As I awoke I could barely register anything that had happened last night. My cold fingers lightly brushed along my skin down to my exposed hip, and I wince. I glance down at the newly darkened blue and purple spot. Oh that's right, he had hit me. That bastard.
I repeat my normal daily routine, and start to head down the stairs, disgusted at the thought to be eye to eye with him. I was used to him hitting me. But enough was enough. It's been 10 years now.
Once I got downstairs, he wasn't in his usual place, a confused look flashed across my face as my brows furrowed together. My eyes searching for his presence, but yet, nothing. No noise, no indication to his presence. A little worried, I head for the door. I walk out to my car as I quickly slipped in, instantly turning the key in the ignition the engine purring to life.
Once I pulled into my usual parking space, I removed myself from my car. I lightly tugged down my shirt where my exposed bruise mark was. I hurriedly walked into Starbucks considering it was below 20 degrees. My mind continuely wrapped around the unfinished question. I need to know what it was.
I flashed a weak smile at Briella, seeing her behind the counter as I set my things down.
"Hey girl, what's the matter? You look awful." she remarked. A slight grin plays upon my face as I recall she was one to not be afraid of being brutally honest.
"Uhh yea, dad. He was pretty pissed at me last night." I stated, eyes looking away nervously.
"What happened?" she asked, her brows knitting together.
"I mouthed off to him about my chores, and, he hit me." I replied, not being able to look her in the eye. Whenever I'd tell her I was beaten, she would always give me this look, like why I keep letting him do this. Even though I may have pushed it a little far this time. I can't lose my privilege at living there, or else I have no where else to go.
She stayed silent. But I could feel her eyes burning into me as my back had faced her. Finally, after a little time spent in this position, she spoke sharply.
"Where this time?" her jaw tightening slightly.
I pointed towards my hip and brushed along my bruised cheek, I don't see how she missed that one, usually she notices the bruises, or cuts right off the bat. Maybe my foundation worked a lot better today.
Her mouth gaped slightly as she gazed upon the harsh marks my father had put upon me.
"You have to do something."
"There's nothing I can do, unless, I want to lose the only thing I have of shelter. Besides, it's only a few more months till I go off to college, and I'm rid of him, forever." I weakly smiled at the thought of finally being free of my father.
She rubbed my back slightly, understandingly.
"Well besides that, anything about your Harry guy?" she asked curiosity gleaming in her beautiful blue orbs.
"Well, he was about to ask me something, but in mid-question, my father had rudely shaken me awake about my damn chores. So I never got to know the question. And for some reason when I fell back asleep, the curly haired cutie didn't appear in my dreams again. I don't even think I dreamt at all."
My eyes flickered towards the slowly opening door, the tall dark figure my eye had taken a notice of the day before. My hazel orbs squinting in his way trying to focus on the dark figure slowly making his way towards the counter. As he had gotten closer, the light shown through the windows, had exposed a slight curve to what appeared to be a dimple, a cheeky smile followed. Following along with his gorgeous features, I had found the beautiful emerald gleaming orbs. My heart stopped when I had noticed the loose, dark ringlets that hung down, shadowing some parts of his beautiful face. It was him
