Chapter 2~ Family

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"MARIANA!!" my dad screamed at me startling me to death. He was always so aggressive I just wished he would become the same dad he was before, but now that dad that I used to have is dead the only thing that remains of him is this monster. I already knew what was going to come next... another beating of ten minutes. I knew it would be with his belt because I heard the jingle jangle of the mettle slamming against the leather and other parts of it. I knew that at this point there was nothing I could do to escape his vicious grip. He grabbed both my hands and pulled me up holding them together almost as if I were a chicken that he was about to kill. He folded his belt in half before cross-hitting me for what felt like ten minutes as I predicted. I fainted halfway through the beating and woke up tossed on the pieces of glass that were lying on the floor I saw a bit of blood drip out of my forehead and then I realized what had happened. I went to my room thinking about what I had ever done to deserve this.
Then I remembered how I killed my mother, and once again I felt like another 500-pound weight was being thrown onto me like all the others that have been on top of me for the past 7 years.
I looked out the window and realized it was raining heavily and the drops were thick, it was freezing outside so I got a jacket and heavy winter pants. I headed outside in the gray skies. I walked to the cemetery and on the way, I stopped by a nearby flower shop to buy some flowers for my mother's grave. I picked her absolute favorite; daisies.
On the way to the graveyard My face became extremely cold; so cold that it became numb, but I didn't care the agony I felt was so big that I didn't even realize the rain running through my cheeks and clothes until I got to her tombstone. That's when I noticed that most of the time my smile was only a mask to make people think I'm someone happier than I am, and I hope someday someone will understand the pain I have and lift it off me, I want to feel love again, I want someone to be in my life and I just need to find the right person.
I slowly put the flowers on my mother's grave, sobbed a bit longer, then made my way back home through tears; salty tears.
I couldn't see much because of the water building up in my eyes, everything was blurry and all I could see was the gray skies as well as the endless rows of tombstones.
I wiped my eyes so that my vision would clear again and took a moment to breathe and calm myself down before crossing the street to the other side of the graveyard.
When I had finally reached home from my walk my dad was waiting for me at the door he grabbed my wrist harshly probably leaving a bruise. "Where were you" he hissed
Why do you care? Not like you would notice if I died or if I got kidnapped, not as you would ever notice! I said raising my tone.
When I said that sentence he smacked me on my face and I suddenly felt all the courage that had been raising start to drain out of me. I cowered as my father screamed at me some more before sending me to my room. After a few minutes, he kicked the beaten one door of my room and told me the most shocking news. "I am sending you to a boarding school. It's for troubled teens like you, you will fit in there so perfectly" he snarled and grabbed my wrist again. "I am finally getting rid of you, you shithead."
Someone put me out of my misery I muttered before pulling my wrist out of his grip, when I did so I tripped backward. I fell to the ground and winced in pain, I felt a shock come through my body as I dropped to the ground it felt almost like lightning had struck me. My arm was torn apart from all the crap my dad made me pass through and my knee was still hurting from a fall I had on my way back home.
All I wanted was to cower in my little room at this point. I needed to find somewhere to go. I can't change my life so drastically, I can't do this it would be too painful to leave the only people I think I care about. My friends are the ones who have always had my back and I can't leave now... if I leave I will probably be depressed for the rest of my life. I didn't even know what I could do that would make me happy anymore. Not like I was ever really happy after the accident.
I decided that if I was going to be sent away I needed to be with Raven as much as possible before I go and also warn her about that nasty boyfriend of hers.
The next morning I woke up early to go meet up with her at the ally behind the school. We met over there and talked for a bit until I decided to bring up why I came. Raven, I have to tell you something... I err I'm going to go a boarding school in a couple of days and I wanted to let you know so that you can prepare.
And I also wanted to tell you that boyfriend of yours seems off, something is odd about him... what's his name?
She slightly opened her lips before closing them again in hesitation "Just tell me you're not leaving" she said in between sobs. I'm sorry, life is a bitch I hate it!
A few seconds passed of us hugging everything out and then I realized her wrist had a purple bruise on it and that's when it hit me. She must be being abused, that's what my dad did to me when he was mad about something. I need to find a way to ask her what's going on discreetly to not let her notice what I'm trying to find. Raven what's that...? She swiftly covered her wrist a bit by pulling her long sleeves a bit lower so that I wouldn't see her bruise. Stop! Tell me what happened I demanded.
Well, that was not discreet I said to myself. "I fell off my bed last night," she said in a hushed nervous tone. Stop with the lies I know that's not what happened I said. Is that boyfriend of yours messing with you?
"No!!!!" He loves me it was only a punishment he gave me trust me!
ONLY A PUNISHMENT?!

Thanks for reading until the end of the chapter
This book I once again not edited and the picture on the top of this chapter is Mariana
Ily<3 and thanks for reading make sure to see the next chapter! This book is extremely boring here but I swear this is worth reading it gets really good

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