Encounters of Love

Part 1: Dare to try?

     "Didn't I tell you to do these damn dishes?" Screamed my mother.
     "Yes ma'am." I replied.
     "Come here!"
     I walked towards my mom who was standing in the kitchen. I didn't hesitate to walk up to her. I would never let anyone intimidate me. As I stood in her direction, she raised her hand and slapped me as hard as she could. Of course it hurt, but I don't let anyone see me cry and see that they brought me down.
      "Oh. You wanna be a smart-ass, huh?" She said in an annoyed tone.
       I didn't say anything because no matter what I say or do, I know what the consequence is gonna be. My mom pulled my hair and dragged me down the hallway to her room. I kept screaming "STOP!" but it didn't make her do anything besides pull harder.
       When we got to her room she took the bat in her closet and started beating me. She beat me so hard my ribs started blistering, my face started bleeding, and my legs were hard to stand on. I felt a tear fall down my left cheek. I wiped it away and just leaped to my room.
I wish I could do something about this. I thought. I tried everything. Even the cops, but they didn't believe a single I said. My friends from school told me to try running away but I was to scared of why might happen. 
Next morning
     I did my normal morning routine. Get up at 5am, shower, teeth, get dressed, eat, and put on some makeup. I always woke up early so I could catch the city bus. That was my only transportation to school. It always came around 6:15am. I was never late except for this one time. That led to big consequences, after that I was never late again.