Delilah

Chapter 3

I woke up groaning to the sound of my alarm. It feels like I haven't slept at all. Oh wait I haven't. Ive had like an hour sleep because I had to clean my wounds and bandage my ribs which took forever because of the pain. Ass hole.

I got out of bed. Rolled should I say and made my way to the shower. As I got in, the hot water ran down my back causing me to hiss in pain. I washed my hair and body and got out not even ten minutes later.

I looked in the mirror scanning my ribs, what a sight to see I'd say. My entire sides are  black and purple. I have bruises up my arm, down my legs, one on the left side of my cheek and my backs covered too. I can't remember the last time he actually beat me. He used to hit mom more when he drank. He got sober though and became someone we loved. But he's the person we hated again. I hope this is a one off I so hope it's a one off.

I put my black ripped jeans on with a dark blue over sized hoodie so I'm covered of course. I had to cover the bruise on my face with concealer which I swear if it comes off I'm going to cry. I put my converse on and slowly, made my way out of my room but not before grabbing my phone and bag.
I heard snoring from across the hallway meaning he was sleeping. Thank God. I checked the time and saw that it was 8:30. Bloody hell that was quick. I didn't bother eating so I just left the house and made my way too college. God its cold.

I got here at 8:50 something and just made my way over too my locker ignoring the stares. I don't want their sympathy and pitty, i don't want to be noticed. I felt a presence behind me but I didn't want to turn around. More to the point I was in enough pain as it is and moving makes it worse.
*clears throat* I turned around to whoever it was but only to be met with the eyes of jake. Great. Hey.
"Yes?" I said whilst trying not to show the pain in my face from my ribs.

"How're you feeling D?" He asked. D is my nickname. Hes always called me it. I didn't know what to say to be honest I mean what can I say. I can't say Rick beat me on the bathroom floor because he relapsed with the drinking again and I'm pretty sure he broke my ribs can I?
"Helloo?" That snapped me out of my thoughts. Oops.

"I'm fine thanks." I put my head down avoiding his stare. He can tell I'm lying from a mile away so I never look at him when I lie. I'm too drained for this. I could feel his gaze on me when I told him I need to get too class.

I walked into maths again with my head still down which happens to be a regrett. I don't know what I tripped on but my ass just went flying across the floor. I stayed lay on the floor trying to hold back a scream and tears from the pain. God my ribs are killing. Fucking great.

"Are you okay? Delilah?" Who the Fuck is that.

I lifted my head up slowly and my God of course it's isaac. Aka the most gorgeous boy in my year but the biggest jerk and man whore to even exist. I hate him. Why is he asking me this? Ass hole. I ignored his question and slowly pulled myself up with the support of the desk next to me and walked over to another desk at the back off the classroom.

I could feel Isaacs gaze on me for the rest off the lesson. God can he just do one. Ive got enough to deal with then him and his fricking bullshitting concern. The bell went and I shot up ready to make a run for it but of course sat back down as pain shot through my stomach and ribs. It was absolutely burning and the sting from the wounds didn't help. Please don't cry please. I got back up and walked out of the class slowly. I saw a figure behind me but assumed it was someone who cant be bothered too move I don't know I don't care.

"What's the matter with you? You look like your in agony?" For God's sake go away. I looked up at him glaring. Not intentionally but I'm in pain and him talking isn't helping because I need to get to the bathroom.

"Nothing now move" I tried to be nice but gritting the words through my teeth clearly gave the impression that I'm pissed considering the thrown I'm receiving. Do I acknowledge him? No absolutely not. I move to his left and carry on walking to the bathroom. And yes I successfully did it.

I sat in the cubical whilst tears streamed down my face. Why me? Everything happens to me! I'm so fricking tired. I grabbed some pain killers and just swallowed two without water. Im too desperate to waste more time. I need the pain to stop. The physical pain obviously. The mental instability pain never goes.

I don't bother going to next period, I was in too much pain so instead I walked out the back and went to sit under the tree opposite the field where the guys play rugby and whatever else. I noticed three people making there way over to me. Who? Olly, jake and Dalia. Boy here we go. I put my head back down and pretended to be on my phone and just you know act like I haven't seen them. I watched them all sit down from the corner of my eye not taking their eyes off me. What now?

I looked up at them with a thrown knowing their only going to ask if I'm okay.

"Are you okay lilah?" Yes another nickname from Olly. Him and Dalia call me Lilah, jake calls me D and mom would call me lilah or delilah. Depends if I'm in Shit or not.
"I'm fine thanks" I looked him in the eyes knowing I'm not but if I say it whilst avoiding their gazes then they won't leave me alone and I just need to be alone.
They shared looks before nodding and ended up sitting with me till the end of whatever lesson it was I skipped. We talked. Well they talked and I just nodded or hummed in response to show that I'm listening. Didn't say I had to talk did they? Nope.

Finally I can go home and tal- never mind. Sighing I made my way home practically begging whoever is up there keeping an eye on me that he's sober. And isn't going to start. I got to the door and counted to ten taking deep breaths before opening the door. I didn't see anyone so I walked in hoping he's at work.
I walked into the front room putting my bag down and scanning the place. There was five empty beer cans on the table and an empty vodka bottle on its side on the floor next to the couch. The cushions were all out of place and there was paper scattered all over the floor along with his clothes that he wore too the funeral.

I heard something stumble down the stairs. Someone even and of course it's my deer step dad Rick who is drunk. Again.
"Where the Fuck have you been?!" He spat those words right at me along with the slur in his voice. Is he for real?

"I was at college?" I didn't know how else to say it but in a duh tone because he was the one who said I had to go back. He stared at me but those soft blue eyes of adoration wasn't there. It was disgust? Anger? He started taking off his belt? My heart started to pound and fear took over but I couldn't move. I was froze. That's new.