We'll Protect You

Chapter 2, Cleaning

The living room was far much messier than the picture.⤴️

Gabriella's pov

I woke up from my sleep, confused.

I don't remember what happened to me and where my parents are.

I look at the clock and see that it's 9pm.

Everything comes back to me, the beating, the yelling, me begging them to stop, everything.

I remember, Chad said that he and mum were going somewhere and coming back in 2 days.

As usual they never tell me where they go.

I also remember him telling me that the house should be clean when they return.

I look around and indeed, see the house completely different.

I seriously need to clean everything up before they come back.

Infact I see a lot of MY blood all over the walls next to where I am and on the floor.

I try to get up but gosh, they really had to beat me up so much.

It hurts so bad that I don't even know if I will be finishing cleaning the house in 2 days.

This was maybe not the far worst beating that I had gotten yet, but it sure still is in my top 3 worst beatings I got from them.

Well I think so. I'm not really sure. I lost count on how much my beatings used to hurt a long time ago.

I hate my life.

Seriously why me? What did I ever do to deserve this? Why do they always take every little mistake I ever make, so far?

I suddenly feel a liquid sliding down my face and my instincts tells me to touch it and I do it.

That's my blood.

I should go bandage my wounds first before cleaning the house.

That is if I ever can get up, of course.

I'm pretty sure it has already been 10 minutes for me trying to get to my room, if I can even call it my room.

I'm currently heading to my so called room that my parents think it is when it's just a basement.

But still, I am really grateful that I have a place in the house where I don't have to see my parents often.

The basement wich is my room, only contains 1 dirty pillow, 1 skinny blanket that doesn't really help me during the cold weathers and a really old dirty mattress.

I don't really have a lot of clothes either.

The last time I went shopping was maybe 11 months ago, if I remember correctly.

It was when my parents weren't home. I tried to sneak out wich worked and came right back to the house before they could.

I also bought some painkillers with the little amount of money I was able to steal from my mom's purse, everytime she leaves it being.

I only have 1 long sleeved shirt, 1 tee shirt, 1 way to small jean, 2 hooddies and 2 sweatpants.

I don't have any sweaters because I couldn't afford them before, but I don't mind.

So I've made it to the basement and went to the little compartment I found 2 years ago where I hide all of my painkillers, my bandages and more stuffs that can fit in.

I take them to the bathroom upstairs and try to clean my wounds.

After what felt like hours, my wounds were all cleaned.