Breaking Free

New Beginnings

I wake up to my annoying alarm clock telling me it 6am. I reach over to my night stand and turn it off, hissing in pain as the skin across my back is stretched as I extend my arm out. Everything that happened last night comes flooding back to me.

My body is one big throbbing mess of pain as I carefully make my way out of bed, I need a pain killer or I'll never make it to school. I grab the bottle and get out a half tablet, popping it in my mouth using my water bottle to swallow it down. I have to start getting ready for school, my backpack is ready with my school books but I grab my laptop and place it inside by my books and drop in the pain meds and my water bottle.

I grab my faded jeans and a long sleeved shirt to keep my bruises covered, I've used bandaids to cover as many of the wounds as possible but I can't reach them all I hope they haven't reopened them but its why I choose a black top so incase blood does seep through it won't be obvious on the cotton fabric. I grab my windbreaker and put it on, slip on my sneakers and pick up my backpack, I quietly open my door and get to the bathroom and wash my face and brush my teeth. I have a large bruise on the side of my face and my eye is a little puffy, I get busy layering the concealer and applying my foundation, I usually keep my makeup simple but today I am way to pale and have to use some blush to appear healthy. Finally satisfied with my face I check the mirror and look for bruises around my neckline that my shirt doesn't cover but it looks like I won't need any makeup there today. I quietly open my door trying to hear if Sam is awake, I don't hear anything so I leave the bathroom and turn the corner only to come face to face with Sam.

My heart is racing, I look down, he walks towards me, I flinch as he grabs my chin tilting it up so he can inspect my makeup job.
"I hope you learned your lesson last night, girl" he says still holding my chin in a firm grip.
"Yes, Father" I reply quietly
"Not a word to anyone, do you hear me?" He raises his voice and let's go of my chin
"Y-Yes Sir...but I-I need a note to excuse me from PE, please father"
He laughs at me, "Your so pathetic, complaining about your little spanking, let's have a look, drop your pants and turn around" he instructs me
I'm shaking, afraid of what he'll do.
"Please, father I have to leave for school or I'll be late." I shouldn't have said that, now he's pissed
Sam grabs arm, spins me around, twisting my wrist up against my back and pushes me into the kitchen were he grabs a metal spoon and pushes me bent over the kitchen table, twisting my arm farther and I hear a crack as agony shoots up my arm and nausea rolls in my empty stomach, Sam heard it too and released my arm but pushed down on my back and started bring the spoon down on my butt and thighs, as I cry in pain, he gave me about 50 swats before he stopped.
"Stay in position until I tell you to get up" he says
"Y-yes S-sir" I cry, he reaches around me and unclasps my jeans taking my panties too as he slides them down to mid thigh. He inspects my bottom and must be happy with his work, smearing some blood as he runs his hand along my skin. He walks to grab a napkin and comes back to me as he puts pressure on some of the open wounds to stop the blood, I just stay still and softly cry.

"You did this to your self stupid girl" he tells me
"Go get me some bandaids, be quick and leave those pants down" he does this to humiliate me, making me walk with my pants around the thighs to the bathroom and back, I hand him the bandaids and bend back over the table. He quickly puts bandaids on the bleeding wounds on my butt and a few on my thighs.
He starts writing something on a note pad then tells me to get up and pull my pants up, and hands me the note excusing me from PE.
"Go fix your makeup and get your stupid ass to school" he yells
I rush to the bathroom trying to stop my tears. I dry my eyes and reapply my makeup. My arm is throbbing and swelling, I think it's fractured not broken but I can still move it with excrucating pain. I carefully pick up my backpack and walk out the front door.

Walking is a nightmare, I'm sweating from pain, trying to make my gait look normal. My high school is only about 10 block from my house but today it feels like miles. Usually I get there early and eat something small from the cafeteria for breakfast, I haven't eaten since I had a slice of toast for breakfast yesterday, since I'm so late I'll have to eat half of the granola bar I have in my bag. I don't feel like eating but I force myself because I need some energy, I'm completely drained. I finally make it to school, I know your wondering how I can be a freshman in Highschool at 13 but I skipped a year in middle school so now I am the youngest student at my Highschool, yay for me!