There are themes of self harm in this chapter so if you are easily triggered please don't read or skip that part or this chapter.
[Alexis POV]
Clouds blanketed the afternoon sky; I could smell the salt of rain coming. I loved that smell. I began walking home from school much slower than normal so I feel the cold October rain. I gingerly walked up the drive noticing my fathers truck was not there, bringing a small smile to my face, but i knew it wouldn't last. Opening the door to our tan, two-story house i shake in fear; scared of what might be waiting for me. Being careful to wipe my feet on the mat I called out to my mom shakily, just hoping she was in a good mood. But i was wrong. After putting my jacket in the closet, I head to the kitchen where my mom had called out a reply.
"Where have you been?" she spat picking herself up off a chair to stand infront of my face as I enter the room. Catching a glance at the clock ticking away on the wall I realise it's already 4:30pm. Shit i was 1 hour later then usual. Turning back to my fuming mother I manage to choke back a reply.
"I-I .. I took a little walk" was all i could think of which brought a red colour in what seemed anger to my mothers face.
"NOT GOOD ENOUGH!" she screeches hiting the side of my head knocking me backwards to the floor.She was clearly drunk. Getting up off the floor I begin to run for the door, wrong move.getting pulled back by the tips of my hair my monster of a mother screams in my ear,
"DON'T RUN AWAY FROM ME!!" before swinging me back around and slamming me against the work surface. Clutching my stomach tightly more pain surges through me as I take another blow to the back of my head. Just as I think things couldn't get any worse, i hear the loud hum of a car engine pull up infront of our house. Hearing the key turn in the door I stand from my huddled position and close my eyes; I could feel my mothers stare burning at back and could just imagine the smirk she has on her face as we both know who it is. The door slams shut and footsteps grow louder as they approach the kitchen. I give a little shriek and my mother laughs evilily.
And there he is. standing tall and proud with the same cold, steel gaze he always uses when he is stoned and drunk off his ass. My Father.
"Whats all the noise for?" he asks viciously his blood- shot eyes flickering from me to my mother. He was obviously in a bad mood too.
"The little brat came home 1 hour late from school! and then..tried to lie to me with an excuse as 'i took a little walk' when it is obvious she was off getting laid with some emo fag! and then.. tried to run away when she got what she deserved" my mother smirks walking to stand next to my father.
"You Liar! I'm not a little slut like you that will get laid every fucking day!" I say, already regretting it. Turning from my mother he looks at me,his face deepening a dark shade of red as he clenches his fists warningly. Without saying a word he walks up to me and reaches out to slap me; he was coming at me hard. I was ready for him though. I stood there and let him hit me without making a sound. Clinching my teeth i carried on to stand and take the hits that were thrown at me from both parents now. I fall to my knees in pain from the strong force behind their large swollen hand. They finally quit once I fell to the ground and let out a menacing cry in victory.
Not even realising what had happen I quietly get up and without looking at either one of them run upstairs to my room, pulling the heavy dresser infront of the door.Putting a hand to my head in dread I realise that my hair is sticky with blood. Without thinking I run for the blue box under my bed filled with all my blades. I pick out the sharpest and meanest looking one and dash to the bathroom locking it securely.
Sighing, I shakily fall to the floor and pull up my sleeves. Faintly touching the many scars that stain my arms I begin to make new ones, blood already pouring off my arm and dripping to the floor. Biting my lip in pain the blade still carries on to drag across my skin. Smiling, a sudden course of adrenaline surges through me as i switch arms and begin on the second one. Again the blood twirls and dances off of my wrists as I press the metal object against my skin, getting deeper at every cut.
Reluctuntly I stand up and take a glimse of myself in the mirror. Tears well up in my eyes but I refuse to let them fall. 'I can't show any weakness, I have to stay strong' i chant in my mind as i clean myself up and unlock the door sheepishly. Shutting the now blood covered blade back in the box i change into cleaner clothes and roll into bed before darkness furls around me and I fall into a deep sleep.
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Okayy it's not very long but I have planned out the next few chapters and just wanted to get this one up to see what you think!! comment and tell me if I should carry on or maybe any tips to improve it? thank you:) Picture of Alexis on the side!
