My Stepfather

Eight

I woke up to my alarm ringing. I groaned and sat up. I looked around my room and realized that I had fallen asleep on the wooden floor. Last night came crashing back to me and the throbbing pain my head kicked in once again.

I got up off the floor, my whole body aching. The blaring of the alarm wasn't helping my head either. I went to switch the damned thing off and opened the cabinet next to my bed. I pulled out the pill bottle and swallowed two pain killers, hoping it would ease all the pain.

I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I was a mess. My hair was tangled up and my clothes, creased. There was dried blood all down my face and on the side of my head. I could see a huge bump sticking out. My cheek bone was decorated in a purple bruise about the size of a fist, my lip was cut and dried blood made a trail down to my chin. A handprint was imprinted on my face, my eyes were swollen from crying and dark circles ringed them.

I let out a big breath of air and hopped into the shower, making sure to scrub off the dried blood and hoping to loosen my rather tight muscles.

After drying off and brushing my teeth, I blow dried my hair and grabbed a white tank top that was cropped above my bellybutton and my black ripped skinny jeans. After pulling them on, I pulled my hair into a high pony tail and pulled at some of it so it looked messy with kinks. Even with it tied up high it still reached my lower back. I walked to my dressing table and added my usual top liner, bottom liner and mascara. I didn't bother with covering my bruises. I just didn't have the energy to. Everyone made up their own story about how I got them anyway, though nobody suspected it was my mother. Why should they? A respected woman like her.

I pulled on a leather jacket and old beat up white converses. I grabbed my phone, keys and my pack of cigarettes. I checked the time and realized I was half an hour early. I shrugged. it would be best if I got out before anyone else woke up.

I hopped into my truck and drove to the school parking lot. I cranked the windows down, blasted the radio up and picked my feet up on the dashboard.

I bobbed my head to an Eminem song as I pulled out a cigarette and lit it up. I inhaled the smoke more quicker than usual so the nicotine rush can hit me and numb the pain that was kicking in my head again.

Two cigarettes later the parking lot started filling up with teachers and kids and before no time the first bell of the day rang. Everyone began filing into the doors and I waited before the buzz died down. I sighed and pulled the keys out and hopped out of the truck. Locking the door, I walked through the lot and in the building.

I walked down the empty halls, everyone was already in class. I reached my first lesson, math, and walked through the door, not caring that she was in the middle of talking or whatever. I began heading to my seat at the back corner but of course, the teacher had to be a sarcastic bitch.

"Ah, Beau. Glad to see you've graced us with your presence and early as always." I turned and gave her my best death glare. Her bitchy smile turned into a scowl. "Another fight I see."

I stiffened involuntarily. "Something like that." My voice was monotone.

"I honestly don't understand why you can't just be a normal girl like others. Attention seeking doesn't get you anywhere and neither does showing off." She sneered. The class snickered and laughed.

"Define normal. Tell me what normal is and then compare it to my life. Go on. Oh! Of course, you can't. Why? Because you know nothing about me!" I yelled so loud it was silent with only my voice echoing around the room. In a flash I was in front of my math teacher who cowered away, fear in her eyes. "You don't know anything about me. So before you make assumptions and begin to even insult me, think twice. Because with the rumours you've probably heard of me, don't think for a second i won't do anything to you because you're a teacher." I growled at her. I stood back, turned on my heels and stormed out of the class, not bothering to pay attention to her empty threats and shaky voice.

I began walking to the bleachers but before I could make it out the doors of the building a voice boomed down the hall. "Beau! Why are you not in your lesson?" I sighed and faced my head teacher. He looked at my face and his own face contorted to a storm of anger. "You know very well that I don't tolerate fights in this well reputational school of mine and I'm not going to let the likes of you ruin it. Especially with the school inspection this whole week! You're a disgrace. Look at you! Your excluded for the whole week. Get out and disappear. They're going to be here any minute!" The panic in his face was evident and with a last smirk I exited the school doors. "Gladly!" I shouted and gave a wave. Once I heard the door close behind me a traitorous tear slid down my cheek. I wiped it off and walked to my truck. I hopped in and drove off with a ringing in my mind and an ache in my head.

I am under so much f-cking stress right now and for some reason writing is therapeutic and this is the only book right now that I don't have writers block for so that makes you lucky!