Unwanted

8

      Scream after scream. Pain like no other, my body felt it was on fire. My pleads falling on deaths ears. He didn't stop. He wasn't going to any time soon. He found pleasure in my pain, like it was some comedy show.

     He didn't care if I was black and blue. Not if he broke my ribs. Not if slowly the light, that onces lit my eyes, slowly drains from my eyes, or if when he leaves, he leaves me to pick up the shatted piece of my heart and have to piece it back together, only for it to fall apart again and again, beyond the point of fixing.

     "How do you like this now!" He screamed in my ear, as he throws a punch to my face. Tears sprung to my eyes, as it takes all my will to not let the fall.

     My mother laid on the floor, bound by rope to the post of the bed. She was a sobbing mess, screaming at this man to stop. Her calls going unheared. Tears stained her cheecks, her eyes glossing over with more tears.

      Still he didn't stop. no one could stop him. For only a monster could destroy a monste and there were no monsters here, only the one we needed saving from.

      I looked into the eyes of the man I once called father. Into the eyes that once held such love and admiration, but now held such rage even the devil couldn't hold.

      But this was just the start. and this wasn't the good kind, this kind was oh so very bad. And I could only pray that this was not the rest of my book, but only a mere chapater of mine.

    My vision blurs with unshed tears, as i hear the sound of a gun shot and an ear peicing scream.

      "No-"

     I jerk awake in  a heap of sweat, with my legs tangled in my sheets. My heavy breathing could be made out clearly in the silent night.

      I sit back against the headboard, putting my hands in my hair, I let out an frastrated sigh.

      That was the first beating I had ever recieved from my father. If he can be counted as one. Even before that he wasn't the best 'dad' out there. Sure he tried, but not hard enough.

     I turn to look at the nightstand, seeing 5:34 written clear on the clock. Deciding, since I wasn't going to be able to sleep, I got up and went to change into some work out clothes.

      Downstairs in the gym, I start on streching before heading over to the boxing bag. Without wrapping my hands, I throw punch after punch. I do this until the bag couldn't handle it and gave out, falling to the floor.

      After I finish up in the gym, I take a long-ish shower. Hoping out og the shower, changing into some black jeans and a black jumper, I finished the look with some dock Martins and a few rings, I head downstairs for breakfast.

      After I finished scoffing down my breakfast, I grab my keys before leaving of to school.

      Oh, how exciting!

My brothers and Grace were all still asleep when I had woken up from having, yet again, another nightmare or otherwise known as a memorie. In that time I had gotten ready for hell- I mean school and had breakfast and had been reading 'Throne of Glass' since, waiting to leave.

I had decided to go with some black jeans and jumper, with my doc Martins and a necklas, becuase I couldn't be botherd to actually dress up today, but when can I ever.

Finally, soon all my brothers and Grace piled into the room. All giving a small 'hello' or 'morning' before going about their normal morning routine. Once everyone was done and I was once again, reminded of the school rules, to which I zoned out on, we finally left.

Arriving at school all heads turned our way. Oh, fucking great! My brothers are popurlar. This is no problem for Grace as at our last school she was the popular girl, but not the bitchy kind, thank god! Me on the other hand ... yeah, nah I'm good.

I didn't like the attention to much, so as much as I could, I tried to stay hidden. It was better that way and kinda easy as no one really would remember I'm even there unless it concerned them or I did something bad.

My brothers all got out the car like itwas some action movie or some shit. Grace giggled at the act. I rolled my eyes at there stupidity and jumped out the car.

I heard gasp and whispers of everyone around us. I sent everyone a glare to shut them up and walked away from my brothers, becuase clearly being near them is going to bring attention. My brothers didn't notic me leaving, as they were too focased on all the attention to see me leave. I sigh. Just like everyone else.

I collected my schedule before walking the long hall to my first class english. I didn't mind english, so it was ok. I bumped into a few kids on the way, but I dealt with them. Sperm donor is probably going to get a few calls today.

I kicked the door to english class open and thank god no one was there yet, so I could get a sit at the back. I picked the seat at the very back next to the window, away from everyones sight. I look out the window, while I wait for everyone to arrive.

Soon other students started piling in, not one of them even spearing me a glance, completly igoring me, not even knowing I'm there.

I felt a presence next to me, all chatter in class had quieted down. I turn my head to see the most gorgoes an I had ever seen, though I did not show it.

He had a slight tan skin tone, with gorgoes brown silky hair. His sharp define jawline. And though he was wearing a jumper, I could tell he was well built. It was funny though, we were wearing matching clothes and I mean matching by, we were wearing the exact same clothes! And I could tell he knew this in the amusement clearly written on his face. And when I look back up my connect with his beautiful grey ones.

     Are little staring contest was broken by the teacher entering the class room.

      Let the day begin!