falling for my bully // luke hemmings

Chapter 3:

Sorry for such a late update :/ xx

---

Eliza P.O.V

The last thing I saw before I blacked out was Luke's face, guilt etched across his face. And then, just like that it was gone and the noise faded to silence.

No one would ever help me after I got beaten up, which is why when I regained consciousness an hour or two later, I woke up in a small pool of my own blood. Sighing, I picked myself up and walked out the school gates, faintly hearing the bell go off. I was covered in my blood, so there was nowhere I could go but home. Not that dad would care.. He was abusive and violent, often leaving me with more bruises then the boys from school did. This started 2 years ago when my mother has gotten into a car crash with a drunk driver and had been killed on impact. He has managed to convince himself that I was to blame

When I got to the door, I hesitantly pushed open the door and quickly made my way down to my bathroom, being as quiet as possible so that my dad wouldn't hear me come in from upstairs. I locked the door as soon as I stepped inside and began to peel my clothes off of my body. Before I turned on the shower I quickly peeked at myself in the mirror. My eye was black and swollen and I had massive bruises all over my body. 'The usual', I thought, before sighing again and getting in the shower.

When I was finished, I twirled my hair up in a bun and wrapped a big, fluffy towel around my slim waist before heading off to my room. "E-e-eeeliza? Where are you darling?" the dreaded voice slurred from upstairs. I felt a shiver run up my spine as I practically ran to my room and slammed the door shut, locking it before my dad could do any damage.

My life was so pointless. I was abused at home and bullied at school. I had no safe place or person, apart from two girls who were in a few of my classes. Em and Kate. They were best friends with each other and had recently taken me under their wing. Of course, I was the thirdwheel; they did everything together and occasionally invited me. But they were sweet girls and never failed to text me in the evenings and see how I was going.

As if on cue, my phone buzzed and lit up.

Em baby - hey babe, are you alright? Call me if you need me gorgy xx

I smiled and sent off a quick reply, saying that I was okay and that I would call her later.

*knock knock*
"E-eliza darling, let your lovely father in NOW!" He began to raise his voice. I slowly got up, shaking, and went to unlock my door. Seconds later it burst open and my 'father' stumbled in, clutching an empty vodka bottle tightly in his grip.

"What do you want dad?" I mumbled quietly, backing away. "HOW COULD YOU KILL MY WIFE? HOW COULD YOU LET HER DIE LIKE THAT?" He screamed at me. I shut my eyes fearing the worst, but instead heard a loud shatter just inches from my ear. I reopened my eyes in shock to see the remains of the vodka bottle spread across my floor. My father began to take steps closer to me and I braced myself. He pulled his hand back and punched me across the jaw before walking out of my room and slamming the door behind him. I slowly collapsed onto the floor, my tears spilling over the brim.

I didn't want to be here anymore.

-----
I am so so so sorry for the late update, im going to start trying to write quicker now.
I hope you're enjoying this so far!
xx