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Crystal's POV:

I groan in annoyance as my alarm sounds on my bedside table, indicating it's a Monday and it's school time. "Noooooo!" I scream into my pillow, kicking my legs in the air, my body aching and not ready to wake up.

Knowing that I have no choice but to wake up, I do that make the bed and head for the shower. I took a five minute shower and got dressed. I wore a black high-waisted Jean with a white vest and my white airforces. Looking into the mirror, I make a 360 turn and nod my head in approval.

I styled my hair in a half up-half down. Noticing the bruise on my cheek, I add a little bit of foundation just to hide my mark. I sigh as I also take in that my bottom lip is cut due to the punch my father gave me last night.

I make my downstairs to sneak in a little apple in bag before I leave. "What do you think you are doing?" a deep voice sounds from the stairs, I turn around and see my father. "N-nothing da- Mr Diamond sir, I was just heading to school." I say visibly shaking.

He makes his way towards me and slaps me so hard I see stars and my head pounds harder than it already did. I feel my eyes become watery but don't let the tears fall. "YOU THINK I'M A FOOL HUH?!!" he yells at me making me flinch. "N-no not at all Mr Sir." he strictly told me to never call him dad or father because he didn't raise someone so worthless.

"Get out of here!!" He shouts making making me squeal as I depart from the kitchen and out the door, as I get out I bump into my brother Lewis, he graduated two years ago at school and I am a senior graduating later this year.

He sighs as he takes me in his arms. "He did it again didn't he?" he asks me. I nod my head not able to speak due to the multiple sobs leaving my mouth. "I'm sorry you have to go through all of this, I'm sorry I'm letting you go through all this. I feel so useless. It hurts me every time having to know you went to bed crying,on an empty stomach or both." He says having his own tears pooling he's eyes.

"I know, and it's not your fault, there is nothing you can do about it. I-I just don't want the repeat of what happened last time you tried helping me so don't blame yourself." I tell him and squeeze him harder.

"Let me drop you off at school" He says and releases me from his grip. I nod my head and we head to the car.

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