RETURNED

My Hell

VIOLETTA

No sooner than my school bell rang, I bid my friends goodbye and ran towards the road leading to my hell, my house.

For the last 4 years, its been me and David. An unknown man claiming to be my step father. The last time I have seen my mom was when I was 8. She wasn't any better than him as much as I can remember. I don't exactly remember how she died but after her death David only got worse.

My mom never acted like a mother. Every time David beat me, she only stood there and watched, laughing when I screamed in pain, and slapping me, telling how much I deserve it. She never helped me to clean my wounds, but only made it worse. When she died, I received one of the worst beatings from David, just because I didn't cry on her funeral.

I reached house, finding it empty. I cooked his dinner as quick as I can, had an apple, and head towards my bathroom. Of course David doesn't allow me to eat without his permission, but today I was too hungry to not eat anything.

I am too skinny and short for my age. Even though I am 12, people always confuse me to be a 10 year old. I removed the makeup covering up my bruises on face and wrists. I looked in the mirror and I couldn't even recognise myself. I shaked my head not wanting the tears that were forming in my eyes to spill.

I have tried to run away but he caught me. I got the worse beating. I tried to give subtle hints to my teachers, but he came to know about it. He broke my right hand. I tried to call 911, he used the belt to beat me. Once I found a great amount of stash of drugs in the house, and I knew it belonged to him. I tried to inform the police only for him to know about it and that's when he threw me down the stairs.

I seriously don't know how I survived all this. I have to say I am one tough little cookie and no matter how worse situation life throws at me I know I have to be strong and face it.

I wasn't going to tell my friends, I don't want to bother them with my problems. We are 12. Even I know I don't deserve to go through this. So I don't want them to know what I go through. Not that they would be interested to know about it. I try my best to be there for everyone. To be the shoulder they can cry on or try to be there for their achievements. But sadly, to my friends I am just another person, I know that. I know they only remember me when they want to rant about their feelings. How no one can understand them or how no one wants to listen about how they feel. Or sometimes when they want to copy my homework. Or when they want to blame me for something I didn't we think about doing.

Though I am just another face to them, they are my distraction. Distraction from my pain. And I am Thankful for that.

I am pretty good in my studies. I cant imagine getting any grade below B. I am an average student. I have to work really hard to get good grades.

I went back and tried to catch some sleep before he comes.

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ABUSE SCENE

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I was sleeping peacefully, when I felt a kick on my ribs.

OUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I groaned in pain. I opened my eyes to see David drunk.

"Who the hell do you think you are? How can you eat an apple without my permission? How many times have I told you not to touch anything? You just have to cook and clean this goddamn house. You should feel lucky that I'm allowing you to go to school. You should feel lucky that you are alive."

With every word he punched and kicked me, just because I ate an apple.

He took a swig from the bottle he was holding in his hand, and suddenly broke the bottle on my head. I felt blood trickling down. That didn't stop him though, He picked me up from the ground only to kick me on my knees. I fell on the floor, and he decides to stamp on my ankle.

It hurts bad. It hurts to breathe. It hurts really bad.

I have gone through worse V. This isn't that bad. You can survive this. Just don't close your eyes. You have survived the time when he threw you down the stairs. You survived when he banged your head on the wall. You survived. You are stubborn human. You can get through this. Everything will be okay. Everything will be okay.

I seriously don't know how long he kept kicking me until I saw someone pull him away from me. I was too weak to open my eyes. To see who pulled him away from me.

I shouldn't have eaten the apple.

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I woke up, on my mattress. I opened my eyes to see Joseph hovering over my face.

Joseph, David's best friend, who is just bad as him. Who enjoys watching me getting abused by his friend. Yeah he beats me too, but not as bad as David. He sometimes gives me something to eat too.

"So the princess decides to wake up. You know you should thank me, after all I saved you from getting killed." The way he said princess disgusted me. I hate it when he calls me that.

I chose not to say anything and just looked down. But he had other plans.

He grabbed my hair, and made me look at him.

"Thank me NOW." He spat. Ew

"T-Thank you Joseph." I said softly.

He looked at me satisfied. "I like that."

He leaned forward towards my face, and whispered darkly, "I want it to stay that way forever. No matter where you go I will find you. If you decide to move on I won't hesitate to kill you."

And with that he left slamming the door.

I really shouldn't have eaten the apple.

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Stay safe and happy.