PUBLISHING PAPERBACK (after writing the final draft, I wrote this 2 years ago.)
"I see through those silent lies of yours, Liv."
𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫, the girl who's known to be mute in school. No one knows why though, and she doesn't want anyo...
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Pain surges through me making me want to scream as I'm shook awake by dad. I open my eyes that are blurry and hurt from the amount of crying I've done. I look up at him and he looks pissed, fear takes over me right away.
"Aren't you supposed to be at school, bitch?" What is his obsession with calling me 'bitch', out of all things, why can't he just say my name? "Not going to answer me?" He drags me up by my arm making me cry out in pain, and he smirks.
Smirks. He enjoys this so much, it makes me sick.
I land on the ground when he lets go of my arm, all of the air being knocked out of me when his foot makes contact with my ribs and stomach, thank fuck he's only in socks and not his steel toes. I look up at him through my now very much more blurry eyes, vision nearly completely gone, he's still wearing this sadistic smirk.
I so desperately want to fight back, beat the living hell out of him for the years of abuse that are still continuing, for dragging Hadley over the edge to the point she took her life, she was the only hope I had left and now I'm just here, living somehow. I would fight back, if I didn't have to worry about also being beaten to the point of nearly dying, and if I wasn't so weak from all of the abuse.
I'm not weak mentally or emotionally, just weak physically I mean. Sometimes though I do think I am weak mentally because of how much I break down and relapse, but I'm still here attempting to fight so that counts for something, right? But I have no idea how much longer I can take it, I need out and away from all of this.
"Why aren't you at school?" Is it not obvious?
Well I don't even know why I'm not. I should stop talking. I guess I forgot to set my alarms and have slept way longer than I usually would, it's nearly eight in the morning. I don't think I can handle going to school anyways, for one I'd get there very late, two I'm in too much pain to even be able to handle it.
"Fucking answer me!" Mentally, I roll my eyes.
I haven't talked in years, you'd think he'd understand by now but nope. I just gesture over my body to attempt to say I'm in too much pain even though I know he will not care at all.
"You're lucky I don't have time for this shit. Stay home, but you're going Monday, bitch." He mumbles the last word as he walks out of my room and I sigh in relief.
I lay on the floor for a bit, hearing the muffled sounds of dad calling school and telling them I won't be there, listening to the front door shut as he heads off to work. I don't really understand why he cares about if I go to school or not, it's not like he cares about me but nice.
When I sit up I groan, all the pain being way too much. After ten minutes I manage to lay back down in my bed. I grab my phone not expecting anything new but I see that Divine has texted a few times.
