Set Me Free (TeacherxStudent)

Set Me Free~Chapter 1

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I winced while slamming my hand on the old alarm clock. Getting up slowly from the worn out mattress, I limped to the old rusty bucket in the corner of the unpleasant basement. Ever since my mom passed away I have been living in the basement. My so called "dad" has been an alcoholic and abusive, ever since she died ten years ago.

I looked up and saw the broken mirror. I looked at my reflection and saw a seventeen year old girl staring back at me. I looked at my face and saw my green eyes with blue specks in them, they looked dull and lifeless. I looked at my brown hair with natural blonde highlights, my hair was down to my waist, and at the bottom it had split ends. I didn't cut my hair for three years now. Then, I looked at my face. On my right cheek it had a five-finger hand mark. My other cheek had a long gash from my cheekbone to my chin. My left eye was swollen and it had a purple bruise surrounding it. I looked at my nose and saw it crooked again. Last, I looked down at my lips. My bottom lip was busted open and had dried up blood. My top lip had the dried up blood on it, and small gashes here and there. All of these bruises and punches are from him.

"Celina! You better get your ass down here in the next five minutes, or else you will get the worst beating in your life!" He hollered from upstairs.

I didn't respond back, because of course I'm scared out of my mind. Ever since the beatings started, I have never talked. I'm afraid at school if I talk, then I will definitely let out my secret. So, pretty much at school I'm labeled as the "loner," "mute freak," and "freak." Loner because I have no friends. Mute freak because I never talked in my whole school life, or anyone for that matter. Last, freak because I never cover up my scars and bruises.

"Celina what did I tell you?!" He screeched, while running down the stairs.

I didn't realize that five minutes have already passed.

He inched closer to me and his brown, almost black, eyes held anger. He came up to me and slapped me across the face, the same cheek he slapped me last night. My head instantly turned to the right where he slapped me, feeling my cheek throb slightly.

"Next time you should listen!" He said punching me in the stomach.

I had silent tears streaming down my face by now, and instantly regretted it.

"So pathetic." He murmured, referring to my tears.

He kept punching my stomach, and I could feel a bruise forming.

Suddenly, the punching has stopped.

I opened my eyes and realized he was gone. I lifted up my shirt and looked down. I could see a gruesome bruise forming, and blood was oozing from the scratch marks from his ring. The ring he got when married.

In the distance, I could hear my dad's Honda Civic roaring to life. Then, I could hear the car backing away from the gravel driveway, speeding off.

I guess I have to walk to school today. I thought, while limping upstairs, the stinging from my cheek and stomach burning, especially my stomach.

I made it outside in the crisp autumn morning. I limped down the street, heading to school, with tears leaking from my eyes.