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GIA POV

Once Bria dropped me off. I waved at her so she can just go away. Taking a very big deep breath I opened the door. My mom slammed the door shut behind me making me jump. "Who the hell was that?!" She asked.

"It was a girl from school" I answered.

She got close to me "yeah? I hope you didn't tell her what happens here! Cause if they come and take you away... you'll end up in foster care where the parents there will do much worse to you. Maybe rape you!".

That thought frightened me. Hence why I never told a soul what my moms does to me.

Shaking my head "I didn't say anything".

She smiled "that's what I thought".

"Girls like you don't deserve any happiness. No friends, no love" she said.

I stood there just waiting for it. It was coming. When she balled up her fist the front door opened and it was my dad. She quickly dropped her fist and hugged me with one arm "smile!".

I gave a small smile.

She pinched my arm causing me to whimper.

"I said smile... a real smile you dumb bitch" she said. So I did what I was told. My dad walked in all smiles "that's what I like to see a happy mother and daughter".

Only if he truly knew.

But I escaped a beating then so I was happy. For the rest of the day I stayed in my room. The door was locked in three places. By six I knew they were eating dinner. If you are wondering how come I don't eat with them... my mom says that when she eats my face is the last thing she wants to see. Might make her sick.

But I have fruits hidden in my room that I snack on. This is why I can't gain weight and I'm so frail.

The thought of killing myself has crossed my mind many many times. But I'm too chicken to actually do it. The other night I tried.

I was in the bathroom with a whole hand full of pills. My mom had just laid her hands in me. She broke my glasses and all. I was tired and done with being the human punching bag. I stared at the beat up reflection. Opening my fist I saw the many pills that could possibly end it for me. I wouldn't be missed. And I would finally be at peace.

But I tried... I couldn't do it. Instead I flushed it down the toilet.

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The next day, like clockwork bria drove me home. She was excited to come over. I don't know why come to see the abuse show. She thanked her driver and waved him off.

I silently prayed a little before entering the house. Opening the door I flinched. "Gia you are silly! Getting scared at the door".

My mom wasn't around. Shocking.

Making sure she wasn't near. Bria looked around "cute house".

We went upstairs and I locked the door "did you just lock us in here?" She asked.

I nodded.

"Weirdo" she said.

We continued to do girly things. It was nice to have someone who didn't put their hands on you for no reason. Bria was a fresh air. We laughed and had a good time.

Hearing the loud noise coming from downstairs I started picking my cuticles out of anxiety.

"Gia you look nervous... you okay?" Bria asked.

I lied "yeah I'm fine".

Hearing the heavy foot steps coming towards my room... let the show begin.

The thud knocking on my door "Gia honey open up. It's mommy".

Huh?.

"Oh it's your mom? I want to meet her" Bria got up going to unlock the door.

The door opened "it's mommy I'm making sure you girls are okay".

Bria stuck out her hand "hey I'm Bria".

My mom looked at her and smiled "I'm Gia's mother".

Not saying one word I just looked out the window. "Well if you girls get hungry I made food downstairs". I felt my mothers eyes glaring at me. The knots in my stomach started to form.

Bria smiled "oh yes I'm starving! Come on Gia let's go eat". She walked ahead of us and my moms face changed. "Come on Gia downstairs!".

I got up and walked ahead of my mom who kept trying to push me down the stairs but I held on tightly.

Bria turned and smiled. My mom paused and smiled back.

Before we reached the kitchen my mom back handed me in the face. The slap was loud. Bria turned to me and saw me holding my face in pain and my mom was in the same position with her hand up.

Bria blinked at me a few times not sure if she saw what she just saw.

"You know what I'm not hungry. Oh wait look at the time I have to go. My driver is outside. Gia I will see you tomorrow at school. By Gia's mom it was nice meeting you" she said so fast and was out the door.

"You better hope she doesn't mouth off cause the beating will be much worse. I promise you that" my mom warned. Meanwhile I'm going to have to cover this new bruise up.

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