𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 (ON HOLD UNTIL 'COLD' IS FINISHED)

chapter 2

I open the door greeted by my drousy father who has his eyes glued to the telly. I'm just waiting to here it.. "What took you so fucking long?!" His voice suddenly roars as he turns his eyes to focus on me. "I had to wait in a long queue, I'm sorry" I look at my feet as my voice gets quieter. In a second he's going to slap me, as always. Everytime I go to the shop, he ends up getting frustrated at the fact 'I take to long' and slaps me.

What has my life come to? Waiting for my 'father' to just hit me already. I hear his footsteps, as he comes closer my heart starts to pound harder. I tense as I feel his cold hand glide across my cheek, the stinging sensation takes the breath out of me. "Go to your room girl!" He orders. I hand him the bottles of vodka and quickly make my way to my 'bedroom' which is really a box room with a mattress.

When am I going to get out of this hell? I'd rather die than be here suffering for just typically being alive. God I wish mum never died, this wouldn't have happened. I guess it is dad's coping mechanism but how is this all my fault?

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My annoying alarm starts to blare in my ears, sadly causing me to wake up.
I have college today but I only have 2 classes. I actually enjoy college, it gives me peace. Slowly, tiptoeing out of bed, I make way to the bathroom being as quiet as possible. I don't want to wake my father up. After finishing up in the bathroom, I sneak back to my room and cover up the visible bruises on my nose and cheeks.

Now that I have makeup on, I can't see the bruises at all. Makeup really is a lifesaver. Rummaging through my clothes, I find a pair of black skinny jeans and a long jumper. It's starting to get hotter out now, it's nearly June and I'm still stuck in thick clothes.

I quickly leave the house and walk to the end of the road where the bus station is, I'm a bit early so I take out my little phone and have a look through insta. I don't go on my phone very often, I like to go out on walks and read books in the sun. Me and mum used to go out on picnics and read books together, that was the time father was nice. I used to adore him but as the years go by I dislike him even more. I'm sort of nervous about going to college, I don't have any friends and I feel like people will make fun of me when I turn up in a winter outfit, even when it's really hot out.

The noise of the bus opening its doors, pulls me out of my thoughts as I slightly flinch, I get up and hop on the bus. On the way I put my little old earphones in my ears and listen to my usual depressing playlist. Sometimes I feel as if I'm in a movie, when they look out the window and you can hear the music in the background. It's funny because when I was younger I wanted to be a movie star and get famous and now I hate attention.

There's just something about people looking at me that makes me anxious.

Suddenly the bus comes to a halt outside of a big building. College.
Everyone starts to pile off of the bus but I wait in my seat and make sure I'm last so I don't get bumped into.

I step off of the big school bus, preparing myself to enter the large building. I soon pull myself together and walk through the doors, as soon as I enter, everyone looks at me so I keep my head down, not looking at anyone else. Making my way to the locker I was assigned to, I put in the code I was also given and put some of my books in. I quickly check my timetable and look around to discover what room I am in next and once I find it, I stand outside the door letting myself in.

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I leave college after my last period is over but instead of going straight home on the bus, I'm going to walk home and get a coffee from where I work part time on the way back. I need to wake myself up a little, I'm quite tired.

As I enter the coffee shop I look around to see if I recognise anyone here. I don't think I do. I turn my head around and notice a man in the corner of the room. I'm sure I've never seen him but he just seems so familiar. Weird. I make my way over to the counter as the man infront of me takes his drink and walks away. Me next.

"Helloo! , what can I get for you Eden?"
"I'll have a vanilla latte please" she nods and puts it into the cash register. I tap my card and stand back to wait for my coffee to be made. I love coffee. It's like my therapy. "Vanilla latte" Josh calls out, I rush over, picking it up and thanking him. I make my way over to a small table, sitting down, taking a sip.

"Do I know you?" A familiar voice calls out. I turn around to see the same stranger that was in the corner of the room earlier. He's so familiar but I just can't place a finger on it and it's so frustrating.
I get lost in my thoughts but his voice once again, brings me out of  my daze.

"Helloo??" He asks quite loudly this time which causes me to flinch. He looks kinda scary. His eyebrows furrowed, messy brown hair. "No I don't think so" I look down at my latte thats in my hands, he makes me nervous. Why is he talking to me?

"Are you sure, I'm sure I-" I cut him off. "Sorry I've got to go" picking up my school bag and latte, I swiftly walk past him and out of the door.