Death Is Easy, Life Is Hard

Prologue

Only four for me, what about you guys?
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"You stupid bitch!" My foster father yells while kicking everywhere he can on my body. This is a fairly common occurrence if I had to be honest.

"I told you to have dinner ready by the time I got home!" He yells, landing a kick to my stomach

"Where were you?!" He yells as I cough up a crimson red substance

"The library" I manage to get out through all the blood

"Lies! Jonathan told me he saw you with that boy. I told you to stop hanging around him! You dare defy me, whore?!" He yells with more kicks

This goes on for a while, me not stopping it for a fairly fucked up reason that's also fairly hypocritical. He finally decides to stop, thinking I'm unconscious if I had to guess, and goes into the kitchen. I take that as my chance to run to my room before he comes back.

Fortunately, I have a non- crappy room. Lucky me, right?

My social worker, Abby, just happens to be one of the good ones. You know, the small few who actually care about the kids they try to take care of, so she takes the time to check up on me usually two to three times a week.

She's the only social worker I've had since I was seven, and also knows everything that has happened to me. The only reason why she doesn't know about the abuse with Zane is because I didn't want to put the stress of having to find me a new home on her or have the chance of another kid getting placed with him.

A few minutes of me pacing the small room, the front door slams shut hard enough to shake the house. First, he's already drunk. Now, he's leaving to get even more wasted. Honestly, I wouldn't be shocked if he choked on his liquor.

Taking the towel off of the back of my door, I open my door again and cross the hallway to get to the bathroom.    <<<<<<<<<<

Turning on the shower, I strip of my blood soaked clothes and step under the water.

A good 30 minutes later, the water turns cold and I get out. I pay for the bills so I don't have to worry about it.

I carefully wrap my ribs with my right hand, and clean up the cuts on my face.

Stepping out of the bathroom attached to my room, I put on a pair of underwear with black joggers over them and one of Ethan's hoodies.

I then pull out a suitcase and put all of my things in it. I'm done with his bullshit, I'm leaving.

After putting most of my things in it, I grab my important essentials and put them in my backpack.

I put on my shoes, grab both my backpack and suitcase, and go downstairs.

Making my way to my car that's parked down the street, I have time to realize how crappy all of the people are. You'd easily be able to hear my screams when I was little, and yet no one did shit.

Scoffing at my realization, I open my backseat and put the suitcase in the seat. Closing that door, I open the drivers side door, put my bag in the passenger seat, get in, and start the car.

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Pulling up to my destination, I check my phone to see its 3:45am. He should still be awake.

I grab my bag and walk up to the door, leaving the suitcase in the car. But before I can even reach the last step, the door swings open.

"Bella" Cara gasps

"Ciao Cara" I say with a small smile

"Do I need to go get-" she starts