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Victoria Mars' POV
my uncle yelled to me from outside the bathroom of the gas station we just stopped by. i flung the fallen tear drops from my eyes out of my face as i tucked the small razor blade back in my hand bag and pulled my sleeves down.
i looked at myself in the mirror one last time, fixing my hair, before i left the small cramped bathroom.
"took you fuckin long enough" my uncle scolded, lifting up his hand to take a sip from his jack daniels causing me to flinch.
i have had very bad flinching problems ever since i was a little girl. constantly being hit by my mom and any guy she let come over and sleep with her.
i lost my dad at age seven and a half from gang violence. this caused most of my problems, and my addictions to sex, any drugs i could find, alcohol, and especially self harm.
it wasnt until i was sixteen when my uncle took me in. he was always like a second dad to me and found out what my mom had been doing to me by coming for a surprise visit one day.
he had walked into the small trailer park house, the four walls filled with my whimpering and screaming.
he ran over to the room that was making the noise, opening it right away just to be blasted with the sight of me being raped by one of my moms boyfriends as she watched from a rocking chair in the corner.
the rest of that night was filled with screaming, fighting, my uncle taking me away, and driving. a lot of driving.
i slammed the passenger door as I hopped in the small orange vehicle my uncle drove. he turned the radio on and the music started blasting as his amplifier in the trunk, along with his guitar, rattled.
i pulled out a cigarette from my mini-purse, and much to my luck, my small silver razor blade fell out aswell. my uncle looked down just in time to see the blood covered weapon, and i saw his face go blank.
he turned off the radio with his shaky hand, and i couldve sworn i saw tears come down his cheek, along with mine.
"im sorry.." i whimpered, the salty tears falling from my blue eyes.
"baby, its okay. i love you so much, i dont want you doing this to yourself." he sighed, looking at me.
i nodded as i saw him fight the urge to say something. "what is it?" i questioned, he looked at me with his pale blue eyes and sighed.
"can i see them?"
i rolled up the black sleeve of my left arm, showing off all the red bloody lines, symboling my struggles.
more tears fell, and this time they came down harder. i could hear his breath go shaky as he fought back tears, turning his head away from my small arm and back to the road.
