But I'm a Cheerleader!

Who Can Truly Heal Whilst Still Being Hurt

‼️TW: Talk of abuse and some blood‼️

POV: Sofia
I woke up curled in a ball. The whole house was quiet but my head was pounding. I looked at my barely charged phone and saw it was already 1 pm. I took the covers off of the lower part of my body and crept out of my room. I walked to my parents room to see the door slightly ajar. I peeked in to see my dad, guessing my mom was downstairs sleeping on the couch. They've done that before.

I walked down in my bunny slippers hearing a crunch as I walked through the living room. I looked down and gasped at the sight of glass shards on the floor. A vase that was missing from the island was on the floor. The more I looked, I saw specks of blood. I walked back and to the door. I grabbed my phone and failed one of my only pinned contacts.

"Hi." I sobbed. "Hi...sof. Are you okay?" I heard her voice through the phone. "Can you- can you- can" I hiccuped. "Take your time babe." She said I was reassuring voice. "I don't even- know why I'm crying so much." I half laughed. She laughed from the other side of the phone. "Can you pick me up please. It's-" I looked around me. "urgent." I sniffled. "Be there in ten." She answered in a serious voice. I hung up and ran to my room.

When upstairs I grabbed some clothes, put my hair into a loose ponytail, did skincare, and put mascara and chapstick on. Knowing I'll cry it all off, I put it in a little bag. Along with some tissues, money, and electronics. I run downstairs in thick socks trying to avoid the glass. I take a few pictures of the layout before slipping on my classic converse and standing out side.

As I see Eliot's car coming around the block tears start running down my face again. When she's in front of my house she gets out and runs towards me. Ones she hugged me it all comes out. "Eliot." I sob rapping my arms around her. She pats my head and backs away looking at me. "It's ok," I look in her eyes. "come on." She wraps her arm around my waist leading me to the car.

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Now I'm sitting in a library, with all of my friends. I asked Eliot to call Xzavier and Sasha over because is phone was almost dead and I have something to show them. We're in the teen section just chatting, catching up on why we're here. You can talk in this library just not too loud, obviously.

"So we heard sort of what happened, but what are you gonna do about it?" Sasha asked. "Yeah and what evidence do you have?" Xzavier added on. I pulled out phone and went onto photos. I pulled up the pictures of the vase I took today. "I have these." I turned my phone.

They each took a good look at them before looking up at me. Once they did I went to the next photo. As they were looking Sasha gasped loudly. "Shhh." One of the old men said. "Sorry." We said waving our hands.

"What's wrong?" Elliot asked in a hush voice. "There!" Sasha whisper yelled. They scanned the photo and pointed to a spot of blood on the glass. "...oh my-" Xzavier covered his mouth. "You need to go to the police!" Xzavier says. "My mom will. That's probably where she is now." I explain. I look over to Sasha, biting her lips. "What?" I ask. "Well...do you- I don't want to sound mean- but do you even know where your mom is?" Sasha raises her arms. I sigh looking to the floor. I don't know. Okay!

I shrugged my shoulders. They all sighed at that. We sat there for a second until Sasha got a text. She checked it and huffed. "I have to leave, sorry." She said getting up. "Awwww" I said. "Sorryyyyyy. My mom wants me home for dinner and prayer time." She packed all her stuff up. "Love youuuu~" we all said in unison, Xzavier reaching his hands out to her. "Bye lovies!" She waved walking out.

"I should probably get going too." Xzavier looked at us. "My dads wanna do 'something fun for dinner' they said so..." he got up too. "Bye!" He said waving. We waved back. He turned around and left.

"Wanna leave?" Eliot asked. I looked up at her. "Sure." I said shrugging.

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We're at my house, standing in front. I asked to go back. I wanted to. Eliot was worried but, hey, what's the worst that could happen? Ha. Ha. Eliot was very against the idea but I made sure it's be ok.

I knocked on the door, Elliot still standing there. I guess to make sure I was ok. Cute. But still. I'm fine. Totally fine.

Ok ok, maybe I'm drawing this out. I'm guilty. Arrest me already.

"Please don't kick me out! I'm sorry!" I heard as the door slowly opened. Me and Eliot looked at each other with wide eyes then back at the door. "M-mom?" My voice wavered with worry. The door swung open and I saw my mom standing there, in the same clothes as yesterday looking like she cried for a whole year. "Honey!" She hugged me.

We stayed like that for a second, just standing outside, before she brought me and Eliot in triple locking the door. She gestured towards the couch, me and Eliot walking over and sitting down. We both say there for a second awkwardly. Parents get into fights sure, but this was- bad. I mean the vase with blood on it was still scattered on the floor.

I finally got the courage to speak up and said "Are you okay mom?" She looked up at me with a surprised look on her face. It quickly calmed and she got more comfortable beige speaking. "Oh of course of course." From the way she said that I could see she was still shaken by last night. "So you've talked to the police." Her eyes widened. "Well- I-" she stuttered. I breathed in as if I was going to raise my voice but exhaled when I felt a hand on my thigh.

I looked to Eliot who was giving me one of those looks. You know, the "don't do it" look. The type of look you give to a kid about to do something they know they shouldn't do. Or a puppy about to poop- no spray shit- in the house, so close to the pee pad but not on it.

I sighed and looked back to my mom. "Why haven't you." I tried to say calmly. "I- I just-...haven't." I looked at her solemnly. I can't imagine what she's going through, I mean seeing her like this breaks me. But it breaks me more knowing no one is being punished for what they've done. And that is simply more important to me. I mean who can truly heal whilst still being hurt.

"How about we go tomorrow. The both of us. I'm worried. And I don't think I can sleep another night knowing he's not being punished for his actions." Tears were puddling in my eyes, yet I didn't let them fall. Instead I took a deep breath and stood up. "And can Eliot stay the night?"

Writing this made me feel real poetic ngl. The way her mom tries to act like this is normal hurts me personally cause my mom does the same. Obviously nothing physical ever happens, but stuff happens. That is why I always stress reaching out for help to someone you trust if you are going through something like this. I know some moms think going through this so your child can have two "happy" parents will be better, but they can see the facade. All you're doing is teaching them "that's how men should treat you", and it's so important not to do that. I feel like with these recent chapters I've been very serious, but these chapters take about serious and sadly the things sooooo
Anyyywayyysss...
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Love Goosey <3