Getting worse

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Mum and my step dad were passed out on the sofa. I quickly got myself dressed and ready for school.

I pulled on my back skinny jeans and my converse too. A white shirt and blue tie, also a black blazer. I tied my hair up into a pony tail and put in my bandana before putting on my eye liner. I grabbed my purple jumper and left.

"How you today?" Danny asked

"Okay. Same old."

"Nothing new. They've not ..."

"No."

"Abigail! Take you jumper off in school!" Mr Rodgers snapped "and er your blazer on."

I then pulled off my jumper and my shirt came up a little so you could see my ribs and bruises but I don't think anyone noticed ... luckily.

"You know you need to tell somebody."

"I carnt danny. I didn't want to tell you but I had too."

"Ok. But ..."

"Just don't mention it. please."

"Ok."

We sat in from and the bitchy, slutty, girls started on me ... again.

"Ew look at how fat she is." Lucy said

"I know. I bet she's a lesbian." Jenny said

"Erm Abigail. You know you should try washing your hair some time."

"Shut up Nicole." danny said "just leave her."

"Look. has to get danny boy to fight her battles for her."

"Just back of will you." I said

"Er. no."

"Right class were doing a experiment today. However if I read your name out your sitting the test again because you didn't do good enough." Mrs said "Sara, Jack, Tyler, owen, Zachary and Abigail."

"Thick shit!" Someone mumble to abbie.

"Ignore them." danny whispered

"Right you lot grab a paper and you will complete it. No conferring. Also you will be in detention to do more revision after school. As Well as getting a phone call home as it was not good enough."

Shit. I Carnt have another phone call. That's my third this week. And were only on Wednesday.

I started the test and I didn't understand a thing. Also I have so much on my mind at the moment and I cannot cope.

4. Explain oxygen debt. Give an example when this may occur.

"Watch this." I heard someone whisper.

Charley then came flying into me pouring acid over me.

"What was that for!" I shouted

"I fell." she smiled "move your bag next time bitch."

"You should know not to leave your bag there." Mrs said

"That's not my bag!"

"I don't care Abigail. You need to grow up an take responsibility. Get down to your text. Especially after your last result. I will be explain to your mother exactly what your like in class."

"For fuck sake." I said sitting down.

I was sick if school and home too. I wanted to get out of there. quick.

The bell rang for brake and I stormed out of class leaving danny behind. I was then Tripped up and shoved against the wall.

"Listen freak.Next time you trip me up it won't be a mild acid getting poured on you."

"Get off me charley."

"Your such a freak. You only have one friend and I bet you sit at home with your mum and daddy watching stupid Baby films."

"You don't know anything about my life. You know fuck all about me."

"Grow up!" She spat "you need to lose weight you fat pig. Also a shower would be good. You stink."

It was funny because at home not only do I get abused but there's no hot water, no food so I starve. But she wouldn't care. Nobody does.

"Your an attention seeking bitch."
She then threw me to the floor and I hit my head.

"Abz?" Danny said and I sat up against the locker.

"You okay."

"Yeah." I then stood up and faced him.

He wrapped his arms around me and I tried to hold back the tears.

...
"I've rang home. And your dad isn't to pleased." Mrs said in detention "also your test today didn't do much better. You still he a U."

"I carnt do it. I find it hard."

"Revise more. Also don't kick off or fall asleep in lessons. You might learn something."

I threw myself on the chair.

"We can make this into a hour and a half."

"No I'm fine."

"Right. Sort out your attitude and get working."

I sat there doing nothing for a hour until it was time to go home. Fun.

I walked home through the park and it was raining like mad. People were still out because I got stones thrown at me by lucy.

"And where have you been." Mum said as I walked through the door.

"Detention."

"Yes well you need to work hard don't you."

"And we had another phone call today. Third this week." I was told by my step dad who was high. He grabbed my by my shirt lifting me up against the wall.

"Sorry."

"Sorry? Sorry? Sorry not good enough." He then Dropped me to the floor. "get upstairs now."
I ran as fast as I could but he chased me. He threw me onto my broken bed and punched me.

"Now missy. You never learn. Do you. So I will teach you something different."

He then ripped off my jeans. I tried to fight but he was stronger.

"Stop." I cried.

"You do what I say! Okay." he said grabbing a razor from my table. He put it to my throat. "follow me and be a good girl."

I nodded as tears fell more and more. He then tied me up to the bed post and shoved a sponge into my mouth.

He ripped of my jeans and shirt before grabbing my skin in all sorts of places. He then started prodding his fingers around. He really hurt me.

If I close my eyes it will be all over.

No. he carried on. laughing as he did so. He enjoyed watching me in pain.

He finally got up. I lay on my bed feeling awful.

I finally managed to pull on some clothes and climb out of my window running to dannys.

"Help me!" I banged on the window.

"Dannys not in. He's at his nans." kathy said

"I don't care. I need help. And I don't think he can help me." I cried

"Why what's happened?" She then hugged me an helped me inside.
"Tell me everything."

"I've been getting battered for ages." I cried "but it's getting worse."

"How bad?" She asked as I broke down even more.

"I carnt go to school because of bullies, I carnt go home because of them..."

"What do they do to you?"

"Punch, kick, hit me. All sorts." I gulped "but he raped me. Today."

"Right. I'm going to have to ring the police."

"Kathy I'm so sorry for everything I've dragged you into."

"Listen abbie. You've not. Your a good kid and you make danny happy. But you need to be safe. And away from them. They need to be locked up."

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