Comes From The Heart

Chapter 3 ~Abused and What Not

Recap

I smiled to myself at all the good times. I've never thought it would change. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.....

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Chapter 3

"Um.. W..who's th.. That??" I stuttered although I already knew who it was. The doors burst open and there stood my step mother with only her huge blouse she probably took it from her boyfriend. Her expression showed the feeling that I knew I wouldn't like. She stepped closer to me not saying a word but just gritting her teeth and clenching her fists. Anxiety clasped my heart with its long sharp claws. Every step she took hitched my breath. I knew I didn't do anything wrong but there was a sense of guilt that made me feel I was a part of this fiasco.

She finally made it to me when I managed to stand up from the bed and move I one corner. She grabbed my by my hair and pulled it so roughly that I swore some of my hair probably came out. I gripped her hand trying to defend myself from getting hurt but to no avail. She slapped my cheeks numerous times leaving red hand marks on my delicate cheeks. I screamed in grudging pain. Finally, she stepped away from me and threw a book at the floor. At first, I was like 'so what it's just a normal book why did u have to slap me like that?!?!' Until I took a good look at it, my mouth hung agape. My heart sank. No she didnt. She did not just read my diary!

I snatched the book from the ground and flipped through the pages to find most of it torn and written on. I didn't care about those. I flipped to my favourite page out of the whole book. I flipped to the page where I had the picture of my mum and I. I had almost died abit there. That bitch tore it and crossed out both of our faces! I'd like to slap that woman harder that she did to me. Then shoot her alive with a gun. Because of the lack of my confidence, instead I just bit my bottom lip as tears fall freely down my cheeks.

"Bitch. Go make me and your sister and her friends dinner. Or this book will be on fire. Literally!" She shouted at me. I hurriedly scurried to the kitchen and started the fire.

"Hey bitch!" My sister slammed my face into the hot frying pan. I shot up immediately but didn't scream because if I did, I'd get punished. "What? Scared of a little fire?" My sister laughed at me. I put your face boiling water. You like that? Her friends were of no use to me. They burst out laughing, not wanting,or maybe even thinking, of helping me out. I opened one eye then the other. God knows only how badly it was hurt. I quickly prepared their dinner and ran down the steps to the basement. I opened the tap and begin splashing water onto my crust face. Tears streamed down my face as I whimpered.

Once I had removed most of the crust, I looked myself in the mirror.

'You suck! You shouldn't be alive!'

The back of my head spoke. I but my lower lip and clenched my fist.

'You're a fat slut. Worthless piece of shit. A good-for-nothing!'

I smashed the mirror in front of me into a million pieces. I cried into the sink. I should listen to that voice cause it was right. I am a worthless piece of shit.

I picked up one of the shards and I folded my sleeve, revealing the cuts I had. I gently rested the shard onto my soft skin and run it against my skin. I'm a victim.

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A/N

OMG IM SOOOO SORRY!!! I know I didn't upload after a looooooongggg time but please bear with me I got lots and lots of homework. I seriously did this chapter quickly. Hopefully, I can update every weekend for you guys who reads this book! I'm sorry to keep you waiting!

XOXO,

capturethemoment (I like this name so I'm gonna stick to it! ;))) )