He Will Forever Be My Always

Chapter One- 1% nice 99% bitch

"You're new home is right around the corner dear." Mrs. Macon utters. This is it. My new home, I can't wait I'm going to see my new Mom and Dad. Mrs. Macon also said that I'm going to have an older sister!! I'm so happy they picked me.

"I'm excited Mrs. Macon," I say finally finding the words to speak.

"I hope you have a wonderful time in your forever home" Mrs. Macon states.

If only she knew what I was getting into 7 years ago. I couldn't. Who would have known that I would have to crack my bones back in place, or work 40 hours a week just so I can help pay off the debt my "parents" owe for drugs, or even better have to cover up bruises and limps I get from my beatings for "misbehaving"?

No one would have thought that I would have to deal with that for the past 5 years of my life.

I decided to finally turn off the water and grab my towel. I wipe the condensation off the mirror to look at myself. Big mistake.

My eyebrow is missing hair because of the scars, I have a slash from the corner of my eye down to the middle of my cheek, My eye is all purple and yellow from being punched.

"fuck" I sigh. I hate my life holy shit.

I walk out of the bathroom with my towel, when the front door opens. I sprint to my room so no one would see me.

I look at the time, it's 6:12 am. Great, I'm 12 minutes behind. I quickly get changed and put on my oversized red hoodie with some baggy jeans, with my old Adidas shoes.

I haven't gotten new shoes for the past 3 years. But I'm grateful they at least fit.

I grab my backpack and walk downstairs. I begin to take the eggs and bread out to make french toast.

Ever since I came here when I was 10 I was in charge of making breakfast. Which was mostly the same, except for when we have pancake mix.

"EMILIA I WANT HASH BROWNS" my "mom" screams from upstairs. We don't even have fucking hash browns, what the hell does she want me to do?

"OKAY" I yell back. I finish making the eggs and toast.

Then I sprint out of the house. I'm sure going to get a beating for not making the hash browns, I just can't be late to school or I'll get a detention. Mrs. Elise gave me a warning yesterday that if I'm late one more day I have to sit with her for 2 hours.

I can't be late or else it will mess up my entire schedule.

First, I do school, I sit there for the pointless 8 hours. Then after school gets out I have to walk across town and go to my work, the library then sit there and does nothing for another 7 hours. After that, I get home at around 1030.

My dad is usually passed out on the couch so I sneak upstairs and do my homework. Then I try to go to bed around 1-2 am then I wake up again at 6 am and start the process all over.

I think the most depressing part of all this is, that I still get the absolute shit kicked out of me when I arrive home at any other time of the day.

I used to get beat because I wasn't home at all, Now it's the complete opposite.

I still have about 10 more minutes of my walk so why not tell you about my life in the school's eye?

I'm a snarky bitch, I only deal with one person and that's Paige. Paige is the complete opposite of me. She knows nothing about the abuse I go through. But I haven't told anyone and I plan to keep it that way.

But when I'm not a snarky bitch, which is 99% of the time, I'm nice. If people have an issue with school I'll help. But that 1% has turned sour over the years.