Safe In Love

Chapter 2

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I woke up and slammed my hand down on my alarm clock. "Ugh it's Monday" I said to myself. I walked down stairs to see my dad drunk, and passed out on the couch. Well that might be the highlight of my day, yay no morning beating! I walked into our sunny kitchen and grabbed a bowl, some milk, and some frosted flakes. I put the stuff together, and cleaned up the mess I had made. I grabbed my bowl and made my way to the table. I took slow bites. Once I finished my bowl of cereal, I picked up the bowl and put it in the sink for my mom to clean later. I walked up stairs trying not to wake up my dad. I made it to the top and locked the door, feeling happy that I didn't have to deal with him. But I realize I forgot my phone downstairs so I then walked back down. My throat got tight an I felt fear. He was awake.. And to make matters worse, he saw me. He ran up to me and snatched me by my hair. "Good morning" he said with a nasty smirk on his face. He started smacking, and punching my face. "please no" I whimpered. he rolled his eyes and gave my one last smack, then let me go. I ran up stairs with my face throbbing in pain. I made sure that I had my phone this time, just to realize that I had my phone the whole time. "ugh" I said to myself. I realized that I only ha an hour left to get ready so I better get started now. I jumped into the cold shower. I like cold showers because it tenses me and makes me forget about the rest of the pain in my body. I start to have tears run down my face along with some extra mascara from the day before. I wash my hair, and body like usual. And then. I grab my towel and step out. I turn the shower off, and then dry my body. I wrap the towel around me. I open my bathroom door, and make my way to my closet. I pick out some shorts and a shear tanktop. I don't really care if people see a slight glimpse of my bra, the shirt is only a bit shear. its black, and I'm wearing a blue bra. ehh whatever, its not the first time I've done it and when I did, no one seemed to care, I just got a lot of whistles from the pervert boys at my school. I go back into my bathroom and dried my hair with my hair dryer. I throw my hair up in a pony tail, and then remove the makeup from before so that I can apply some more. I put on a by of powder, eyeliner, mascara, and a bit of lipgloss. even though my bruises are still visible, I really don't care at this point. I go back into my room and throw on some black vans. I grab my bag, and phone and walk out of my room. I go downstairs and luckily my mom is down there with my dad so I hug my mom and say bye to my dad and walk out the door.