Rivalry

The station

Ophelia's pov
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I lay on the ground breathing heavy trying to make my lungs work again.He grabs me by the front of my button up white shirt the buttons straining to hold onto the fabric. He lifts me off the floor my head is rolling around like a newborn baby who can't quite hold their head up on their own yet. Our faces are so close my nose is almost touching his and he screams "You know how much money i spent on you? You little shit! I got you everything you needed for this school and you go and be ungrateful like this!".

He lets go of my shirt which is the only thing that was holding me up, so i drop to my knees and hold my head. I stand up slowly so i don't get dizzy and i start to walk up the stairs.I fix my shirt and tuck it back into my skirt. I creep my hand up the side of my head slowly, until I flinch as my fingers make contact with my new wound. 

I'm standing infront of my body length mirror and pull my hand away from my head to see a thick red substance. I walk into my bathroom and grab a white wash cloth. I get it damp and start to dab at the side of my head. The wash cloth slowly turns a pink color and I wash my hand off in the sink. I fix my hair to cover the gash on my hairline so no one will notice it.

I slowly start to feel the bruise appear on my back and my head is throbing.I hear my father yell from the bottom of the stairs"come on we are leaving." The sound of his voice made me jump slightly.

I grab my trunk and owl dragging it across the floor making a horrible screeching sound. The noise pericing straight through my brain. The whole ride to the train station is quiet. Neither one of us day a word. He pulls up to the front door of the train station and I hop out of the car. I open up the back door and struggle to pull the trunk out.

My father notices my struggle and gets out to help me. Most likely because it will get rid of me faster. He walks around the back of the car and shoves me out of the way and into the open car door....that's going to leave a mark.

I back out of the way while he pulls it out and puts it on a trolley, I can tell I made him angry. He hands me my ticket to the platform. My father gets back in the car and drives off without saying a word.

I turn around to see a brown haired boy with round glasses staring at me.He looks to have about the same thing on his trolley as i do so i make my over to him. I ask him "would you happen to know where platform 9¾ is?".

He gives me a look of almost sympathy which i find kind of weird because we only just met. He must have witnessed the interaction between me and my father.I feel that it is only right not to mention it. He snaps out of whatever trance he was in and says "Oh yeah follow me.".