mauader

Chapter 1

WARNING : ABUSE

The bell clanging loudly as I my eyes opened

due to the annoying sound. "Get up you lazy girl" called Victoria as she stormed past with her entourage of followers behind her "and don't forget to make our beds, loser."

Rolling out of bed I get changed into my grey garments as soon as possible as I had once changed everyone's gaments bright pink because Ebony had purposly poured food onto me. I never meant for it to happen, but got severely punished for it. 15 belt lashes and 2 weeks of doing everyone's chores and that had occured 3 weeks ago. I still didn't help that Victoria and Ebony teased me as much as possible, however I got my revenge by finding a muddy toad and sticking it into Victoria's bed and listened to her screaming like she was murdered which got her into trouble. Of course she laid the blame on me though I was laying in my bed with my eyes shut. It also doesn't help that she is the Matrons favourite. As the Matron turned around away from telling Victoria off and stalked over to my bed grabbing my arm and dragging me out of the bed and down the hallway to her office.

I was hauled down the white walled hallway past a stairway and through a heavy wooden door into a very dark room.

This is her office which is heavy in colours with two hard backed chairs and a curved winged chair on the other side of a dark oak desk.

"Stand on the line" she barked that was on the ground before the two chairs.

She grabbed the cane that was on the edge of the desk.

"Hands"

Raising my hands she brings the cane down my knuckles hard. again. again. again.

My hands where red and started to bleed.

And the cane kept coming down.

She eventually stopped. My hands were shaking slightly.

"Shirt"

My hands where shaking as I grabbed the edge of my baggy shirt and pulled it over my head.

"On the desk"

My hands where placed on the desk and my nails gripped into the oak desk.

She grabbed the leather belt from her waist and raised it above her head.

"Count"

Crack. Pain echoed as a afterthought from the point of contact. Crack. Crack. I bit my lips but refused. Crack. Crack.

Crack.

"One" I whisper. Crack.

"Louder, and that one doesn't count."

"One" crack. "Two" crack. "Three" crack. "Four" crack. "Five" crack. My hands slipped. And I plunged forward. Crack. "Start again."

"One" crack. " Two" crack. "Three" crack."four." Crack. Breathing through the sharp pain. "Five" crack. "Six" crack. "Seven" crack. "Eight" crack. "Nine" crack. "Ten" crack.

The belt slowly returned to its position,but I didn't dare to move. Just breathe through clenched teeth. My fingers curled around the helm of the shirt as she grabbed my shoulder with a vulture-like grip and hauled me out of the door to the right down steps to the cellar door. Opening the door I was shoved through the door. The lock clicks.

And left me in the darkness.

As usual.

This occurs all the time for me.

Once I had my head shoved under the water at the beach, so the wind shoved her off me and across the sand into the the dunes.

Before that it started storming on a very sunny day when I was inside so everyone had to come inside despite it was the middle of the summer and no clouds in sight.

Song: Bad Day - Daniel Powter