high school senior, Victoria Elsher age 17 has a rough home life while struggling to pay the bills. Her alcoholic and abusive dad thinks of a way to pay off all of his debt but, he's not too sure Victoria will like the idea...
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BEEP BEEP BEE- the alarm clock only got out two full beeps before I stopped it today. Maybe he didn't hear it and maybe he won't be mad! I thought to myself all the while praying he didn't hear it.
VICTORIA GET THE FUCK DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!! my father said slurring his words he had been drinking. of course, my prayers once again fell upon deaf ears. it's not the first time I prayed for him not to yell at me and he had.
VICTORIA GET THE HELL DOWN HERE BEFORE I GO UP AND BEAT YOUR ASS!! he yelled once again slurring his words this time with a little burp at the end.
well, I better get down there before he kills me. I said to myself as I slipped my slippers on and scurried down the stairs almost tripping over my own two feet.
WHY THE HELL DID I WAKE UP AT 7:00 THIS MORNING TO ADD TO THAT WHERE THE FUCK IS MY BREAKFAST??!?!?! he screamed as spit came out of his mouth and rested on my face while I kept my eyes closed.
Well, I have to wake up early to make your breakfast which is why the alarm went off and I was about to make- before I could even finish my sentence he viciously punched me resulting in me falling to the hard tile floor.
damn he wasted no time hitting me today
DON'T TALK BACK TO ME YOU GOOD-FOR-NOTHING BITCH JUST DO AS YOU'RE TOLD!! he screamed at me as he kicked me continuously until my whole body went limp. He spat on me and then grabbed his keys to the car telling me "to clean up this mess by the time he gets back" in reference to my blood on the floor.
I lay on the floor in my own puddle of blood for a good 10 minutes then I decided to take a shower and put on makeup to cover the bruises. before that I had to get up, it was always harder to get up than to get knocked down. after much struggle, I was up and in the shower. after getting out I opened my drawers and dug for something good to wear. after a while I finally settled on this:
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making sure to cover up my body so no one would be able to see the bruises all over my body. I then put on some simple and natural makeup to cover up my bruises. he gave me a cut on my cheek when he punched me so I had to put a bandaid on top of it to hide how big it was.
I rushed downstairs and quickly cleaned up the mess and made breakfast. before I knew it it was already 8:10 only 20 minutes before school started so I laid out breakfast for him and grabbed my backpack and rushed out the door.
~Timeskip~
13 hours later:
I had finally finished my shift at the dinner though it looked like Ms. Smith needed help closing so I stayed to help her. As I left she said thank you and smiled back at me sweetly before I left.
I walked to the bus station and waited for the bus, though as I waited I noticed a man on a phone call near the station. The only reason he caught my attention was his look. he was wearing an almost burgundy button-up shirt with a few buttons loose and some black pants along with a black mask. his shirt hugged his figure tightly and you could tell he worked out. not to mention his nose piercing going along with his ears. though the man seemed to be extremely attractive he wasn't really my type.
he seemed angry while he was on the phone so I pretended to text someone on mine and eavesdrop on his conversation."She better be useful Mike or else someone's getting-" he cut himself off and hung up the phone. he rubbed his face in frustration after glancing at me.
he towered over me god he must have been 6'3 or 6'4 clearly seeing the fear and pain in my eyes and walked away without another word.
"Fucking stupid," I said while hitting myself in the head when I realized I should have said something to him.
I had arrived at my stop and I slowly walked to my house gripping my backpack tightly hoping my father wouldn't be mad still though I knew he was going to be because he always was.
I walked into my house quietly then I locked the door as quietly as I could in an attempt not to let my father know I was home. I failed. he came out of his room looking well put together he had done his hair and had a button-up on. for once he didn't look like the man I knew he was.
Victoria there you are! he said happily? he was never happy well at least not for years had he been, nor had he looked put together.
I'm going to take us out to dinner as an apology for this morning. he said calmly while looking in the mirror and pushing his hair back.
put something nice on its a fancy restaurant. his words confused me for this morning he was drunk and angry and now he was the opposite of himself. though I questioned it I did as he said not wanting to get yelled at or hurt. I simply said "ok" and rushed upstairs to get ready not wanting to make him wait and get angry.
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I slipped this on wanting to look cute yet cover up most of my bruises at the same time. I ascended down the stair steps slowly while clipping a necklace on and pushing my fingers through my rings. I slipped on some comfy converse at the bottom of the stairs. that's when I heard the bell ring...
To be continued...
Next up on Save Me: "oh isn't she a pretty little thing hand her over" he said while smirking lustfully "dad who is he and why is he asking to hand me over" I asked worriedly which the man responded, "you didn't tell her?" "tell me what I asked"
Will Victoria be trafficked or be made a slave or worse be killed by this man? keep reading to find out.
