tortured tutor (edited)

chapter three⚠️

too much

⚠️warning: abuse⚠️

skylers pov:
I slowly turned the knob and open the door. Before I could even open the door an inch, it swung open to reveal my furious father. he had an almost empty bottle of whiskey in his hand, so I knew today's beating was going to be worse. My dad grabbed my shirt with his fist and pulled me inside, closing the door with his foot. He let go of my shirt only to move his hand to my neck, he lifted me up in the air as i struggle to breathe. All of a sudden he just dropped me on the ground.
I fell to my knees trying to get air, but apparently that didn't show enough mercy, so he kicked me in the stomach causing me to fall on my back. Still struggling to breathe, I looked at him as he drank the rest of the whiskey. When he finished he threw the empty bottle on the ground right next to me. I closed my eyes as I felt parts of my body sting and I could feel a cut on my eyebrow, as I felt the blood trickle down my face.

"oh hey what's up whore" even though my eyes were still closed I recognized my mothers voice. I didn't want to open my eyes. I didn't want to know what would happen next. But I deserve this. Even though I want to die, I must stay alive to experience this pain. All of a sudden I can't breathe again. I forced my eyes open to see my mom's heeled boots on my neck. She crouch down " where were you whore?! I bet you were at some guys house begging him to use that filthy body of yours, you're such a slut. You're lucky that we even let you live in this house with us, but if you get pregnant we're kicking you out. you'll have to get a job as a prostitute and live on the streets" she finally took her foot off my neck, and I gasped for air but it still feels like there isn't any. Next thing I know, I feel my head slammed against the wood floor. My vision is blurry at the sides and I feel someone kicking me all over my body, but I don't care, I just need air. after I finally felt like I got some air, my vision just went black.

abuse over

I woke up in the dark, still on the hardwood floor, broken glass surrounding me. My whole body fell on fire. I knew that after I passed out they continue to beat me because it wasn't this bad earlier. I stood up and limped to the kitchen. The time on the stove shows 6:05am. I have a lot of time to get ready and somehow cover all of this. I looked at my hands to see even my fingers had cuts on them. I slowly walked upstairs to my bathroom and turned on the shower. As I waited for the water to get warm I looked in the mirror. i looked disgusting, ugly, filthy, broken.

I was right about the cut on my eyebrow, there was dry blood down the side of my face and now I had a little scar over my eyebrow. I have a busted lip and black eye, which I don't remember getting so I'm guessing it happened after I passed out, as I began to undress I didn't even want to look at how bad the rest of my body was, but I had to. When I took off my shirt I saw the usual huge purple bruise on my weak spot.
Over the years my dad thought that if he hit me in the same spot every day it would become my weak spot, so for as long as I can remember there has been a permanent bruise on my stomach, it never gets enough time to heal.
I took off my pants and looked down, both my legs were covered in bruises. I looked at my face again in the mirror and saw my entire neck is red with some spots of purple. you know how I said my whole body was on fire. getting in shower made it 10 times worse. I want to cry out in pain but no sound came out. I just stood there letting the hot water burn every inch of me.

that was the worst beating I've gotten in a while. I would've cut myself too but there honestly isn't a free spot on my body. pieces of glass fell out of my hair and fell to the ground, one piece cutting my foot. My legs were so weak that I had to sit down in the shower. As the water ran down my body and down the drain some of the blood from my cuts went with it. The bottom of the shower was light pink from the blood. I wanted to rub my body was soap, because my parents made me feel filthy but every time I barely even grazed my skin it hurt, so I decided to just wash my hair for today.

Thankfully it was cold again so I could wear a hoodie and sweatpants. Next I put on make up. Even after an hour you could still slightly see my blackeye in my cuts so I put my hair down, trying to cover my face. I had to walk to school today because there was no way I'd be able to ride my skateboard like this. On the way to school i ate two apples for extra energy even though just one extra apple made me feel fat. I need to avoid everyone today considering I wasn't able to hide all the cuts and bruises.

Ethan saw me yesterday before I got home so he would notice the fresh cuts and bruises, so I walked around the side of the school to avoid him. as soon as I got inside I ran to the bathroom to hide until the bell rang. No one talked to me so it was easy to hide. I decided to skip 5th period because that was the one class I had with Ethan. I was basically hiding in the bathroom for most of the day. I was happy when the last bell finally rang but I was scared because now I can't avoid ethan. I just waited by his car with my head down.

"skyler?" a worried voice questioned