Silent Lies

02 | bruised

As soon as the bell rings, I'm out of class, scared of what will happen when I'm home. I don't know if they considered me skipping for those twenty minutes, but with my luck they did.

Just when I've gotten in the tiniest bit of trouble, like not turning homework in and they gave me detention, dad wasn't happy, as if he cares about me and school, it got bad that night.

I skip going to my locker, and will apologize to Divine later since I usually find her by hers to say bye and all that. I'm practically running home despite how badly my body wants me to slow down. I'm hoping I can get home before him, make him dinner early, and maybe he'll be easy on me. But when I turn onto our street, his car is already parked in the driveway. I slow down now, catching my breath and preparing myself.

I walk up the porch steps, my hand holding the door handle but hesitating to open it. When I do finally open the door and walk in, dad's on the couch, staring at me with a stare that just tells me he's pissed.

"Care to tell me why I get a call at work that you're skipping class?" I'm so scared I couldn't be able talk even if I wanted to. "Probably whorin' around or something." I gulp. "Just like your mother." Now I'm both terrified and pissed at him mentioning mom.

Mom left when me and Hadley were younger, I was probably nine, Hadley was twelve. A few months after that is when all the abuse started. He said she left because she cheated, found someone better, I don't know if that's true, but either way I'm happy for her. She's probably having a way better life now. But I still get mad sometimes, she just left her kids. I wish she brought us with her sometimes.

His knee makes its way to my stomach like it did yesterday and I'm knocked to the ground because of it. His foot makes its way to my stomach after, making any air I had leftover leave me, then again and again his foot kicks me.

I roll onto my side, cradling myself, but that's a mistake when his fist collides with my jaw, it's not a hard punch but it's also not light. It's enough to make tears build up when he grips my chin, bringing mine and his faces close together, scaring me even more than I am.

"Now go be useful and make me dinner, bitch," he seethes and lets go of my chin. Make it your fucking self.

When I don't get up immediately, needing a minute to be able to tolerate all the pain I'm in now, he drags me up by my arm. There's definitely going to be a bruise there now. He pushes me into the kitchen, my hands grip the table that's the closest thing to me. My ribs feel broken, or I'm just being dramatic with the pain and they're just bruised.

Bruised is still horrible.

I do my best to make him dinner, constantly holding onto something so I don't collapse. When I set his dinner on the table I attempt walking up the stairs, but I'm practically crawling up them while holding onto the railing. I shut and lock my door, sliding down it as the tears finally fall.

I crawl over to the bed, struggling to stand to lay down but I manage to. I lay in a fetal position, attempting to get the pain to go away but it doesn't. I have homework to do and I need another shower from literally running home, but I'm in too much pain to do either. Too much pain I end up falling asleep.

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When I wake up it's four in the morning again. I groan when I try to move, pain surging through my body. Not only that I'm crying because of a nightmare, I don't remember what it was about but it was scary, apparently. I hold back a scream when I sit up, still crying, more and more tears falling because of both the nightmare and pain I'm in. I hate nightmares, I'm looking over my shoulder constantly now even though I don't remember what it was about.

Going to bed as early as I did, I'm probably not going to be able to sleep again. I wipe my tears and pull myself together the best I can, getting up and slowly walking to the bathroom to avoid pain. When I say slowly I quite literally mean as slow as a sloth.

Looking in the mirror I see a nasty purple bruise covering my jaw, great. I lift my shirt and purple covers all over-nothing new there. I start the shower and strip of my clothes. I take a long shower, the hot water feeling too good to get out.

The pain only gets worse as I put clothes on. I start coughing when I'm done putting a shirt on, gripping the counter, the pain from just coughing is unbearable. But, I worry when blood comes up. I spit it in the toilet, looking in the mirror and seeing my now blood stained lips. I have no bandages to wrap around my ribs or anything to take the pain away or to help a little. I know the coughing up blood is because of my ribs.

Speaking from experience, as usual.

Even though I should worry more about the blood, I ignore it and finish getting ready for the day. Now thanks to the bruise on my jaw I've gotta use makeup again to cover it. It takes a while before I completely cover it to where no one will notice it, but I get there, wincing the whole time.

For the next hour I do whatever homework I had from yesterday I didn't do since I fell asleep way earlier than usual. I leave to walk to school thirty minutes earlier than usual, taking my time to walk to school because again, pain.

I get to school just in time thankfully. I go to my locker and put a lot of my things in it so my backpack isn't weighing me down after I didn't put anything away yesterday. When I shut my locker I jump, again, Lexi.

Fucking great.

"First, you talk to my boyfriend, and now you're talking to my friends?" Again, I don't even talk. I roll my eyes not wanting to deal with her shit this morning. "Oh and you're being a bitch? Even better." Indeed. She stops in front of me, not letting me walk on despite the first bell ringing.

I wince when her hand slaps across my face. I know damn well she did not just slap me.

"Don't talk to my friends, okay?" She walks away and I'm left holding my jaw with tears in my eyes because just of fucking course she slapped where the horrible bruise is from dad.

Now, I would've totally punched her for that, but I don't have the energy for that and my luck a teacher would've seen and I'd get in trouble. I can only imagine how bad I'd get it for getting suspended.

As I sit in my seat for math I can already tell that this is going to be a long and painful day, fantastic, from the pain thanks to dad and Lexi being a bigger bitch than usual.

This is kinda just a filler chapter for now, that's why it's a little boring haha. Love you all:)

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