Grace is a 13 year old girl who had to move in with her mother after her father died. Her mother abandoned her 8 years ago and has since moved on, with a new husband and 3 step-sons. But, the boys don't like grace as much as she would of wished....
Tears pool in my eyes as I look at the bruise on my wrist, deep purple. The same colour as the one on my stomach. Why would he do that? Maybe he was having a bad day, we all have bad days.
A slight sigh leaves my mouth as I run my hands through my brown, wavy hair. I'm sitting on the bed now, the covers over my legs. The room is undecorated right now, a small desk is next to the bed. A window over the desk. The floor is covered in wooden floor boards, a rug slightly under the bed. There is a small walk in wardrobe on the other side of the room.
"Knock Knock, can I come in?" John asked, opening the door enough to peek in.
"Yeah, sure. Come on in John." I said while pulling down the sleeve of my hoodie, over the bruise.
"I'm just dropping off your bags," He said while walking over to me holding my bags, and placing them on the bed next to me.
"Oh, thanks. I totally forgot about them." I stood up and reached over to the bags, starting to unpack.
"Dinners going to be ready soon, your mother is making chicken and veg." Those two words alone make my stomach twist, 'your mother' she has absolutely no right to be classified as mymother.
My gaze reached his, a tight smile decorating my face, "Thanks. Mind if I come down with you?"
"Of course not, let's go" Walking down the hallway together, me being next to a 'manly' figure, even, reminds me of my father. The thought makes tears threaten to fall, but I have to stay strong. For him. But, it's difficult when I feel like I'm replacing him, I feel like a horrible daughter, my father would be so disappointed with a child like me.
As I sat down, I made eye contact with Jacob. Who was helping 'mom' with cooking dinner. He sent me a nasty glare, which reminded me of my wrist making me steal a quick glance at the bruise, which has now gotten slightly darker in colour.
"So. Grace, would you say you like spice?" Jacob asked, making me turn to him.
"Uhh, a little. Why?"
"Oh, no reason. " he turned back to the food. Soon the food was done and sat onto the table, I looked at my plate cautiously. Unsure if I should eat this right now. I have been over eating lately. It should be fine, we all know what I can do later if I regret it.
I watch as the other two boys come down stairs and sit at the table with us, everyone else eating. Slowly, I scoop some veggies onto my fork and into my mouth and..... WOW! WHO WAS GONNA TELL ME SHE CAN COOK THIS GOOD!? Have I been missing out on this my whole life!?! Dang, all the more reason to hate her.
I quickly tried the chicken, and it is sooo good! but, wait a minute... This kind of, burns? Allot! Oh jeez, my breath got caught on my throat as I started coughing. My face going red in embarrassment.
"Omg, are you ok hun?" 'Mom' said standing up and running over to me, handing me a cup of water. I quickly accepted and chugged it down.
"Sorry, guess it was just a little to spicy for me."
"Oh that's alright dear, as long as your ok." I smiled weakly at my 'mother' as she went to sit back down. I just ate the veggies, its probably for the best anyway. When I was finished, I thanked 'mom' for dinner and went to my room to finish unpacking.
~~~~~~~few hours later~~~~~~~
I have been decorating my room. My clothes are now hanging up in the wardrobe and posters are hanging up over my bed. On the desk is my laptop and my collection of books. I love to read, it's my favourite hobby. The books are in 3 tall towers, threating to fall over if just one more book sits on top.
A yawn leaves my mouth, and now I think it's time for bed. Quietly, as I'm unsure of who is up still, I make my way to the bathroom, holding my toiletries bag. I close the door behind me and have a look around, a nice, clean, modern bathroom. Like the rest of the house. My hand reaches for the cold metal tap and turns it on, I quickly lock the door and undress, trying not to look at my body in the mirror, but like always, I can't help it and glance. Tears pooling in my eyes once again, for someone who doesn't want to cry jeez I cry allot. Ignoring my brain, I step into the shower, the hot water causing Goosebumps to form on my skin as I hiss slightly. Pouring soap onto my loofah thing, I lather it all other my body. Covering myself in bubbles.
Forgetting about my stomach I scrub over the bruise, causing myself to hiss in pain and hug myself. Tears once again forming in my eyes, but this time they fall. Not just because of my stomach but also because of everything that is happening, dad passing, moving in with mom, having a step dad and brothers, Mathew hitting me, and having to start at a new school. But this doesn't count, no one would be able to tell I was crying right now. So it doesn't make me weak or miserable. It doesn't count.
No one really liked me at school, but at least I had 1 friend. Now I have no one, just my 'brother's'. And I'm not sure how much they like me, or if they even consider me as family. To be honest, it must be hard getting a new family member like this. They have never met me before and now they are just expected to call me their sister?
Blinking away the tears, I turn the shower off and get out. Wrapping a towel around me and gathering my things I run out across the hall to my bed room.
I step into the wardrobe and drop all my things. Looking through the clothes I hung up. Choosing some black leggings and a tank top and a hoodie, I dress and sit on my bed. Getting under the covers and snuggling myself. Thinking of how school will be in a few days. Maybe I'll make friends? Damn aren't you hopeful.
Soon, I fell asleep. Drowning in my memories.
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AN: Good chapter??? Was gonna make it longer but I'm going to bed.
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