Loving Lilac (EDITING)

Chapter 1

As I was shivering on the cold, stone ground in my father's house basement, memories of what just happened were flashing in my mind like a movie player on repeat.

The feel of his feet kicking my stomach. The sense of fear I felt when he started pulling his belt out of it's loops. I could just imagine what I looked like, broken beyond repair, whimpering from the things he screamed at me. But I did not cry and I think that angered him the most. Knowing that he didn't get to me. But it was still terrible, none the less.

After hours of him beating me, he finally left. As my skin started bruising, I realized I was going to need more makeup to cover all of it.

Ten minutes I was in a fetal position before I worked up the courage to get up and leave the chamber. I hope I could've left the memories I there but such things cannot happen.

I limped up to my room which, sadly, was on the third out of seven floor.

I really liked my room. It was one of the only things I liked about my life. It was all black. Black carpet. Black curtains. Black dressers. Black everything. And it was cool that way.

In my room was a black full length mirror. I looked in it and regreted doing so.

My mind was haywired to instantly point everything wrong with me and I hated it.

Words appeared in my mind and left as fast as they came, another taking its empty spot.

Fat.

Ugly.

Waste of space.

I took off my shirt and stood in front of the mirror in only my bra.

All over my body were scars and scabs. Some were self-inflicted. Others my parents had made.

What stood out on my body was the word: Worthless.

My asshole mom did that. She decide that I truly didn't know what a waste of space I was so she burnt it into me. She waited an hour between each letter because my lovely mother wanted the pain to sink in before she refreshed.

I looked at the clock. 11:24 pm. And I had school tomorrow.

I considered school to be my othet Hell. My second Hell.

After the cruel words had left my head, I saw a girl in the mirror.

Now this girl couldn't be me. The last time I actually looked in thr mirror, I saw a strong girl without scars and Worthless written on her chest. She had blonde hair with pink highlighted, curly, neat hair and striking blue eyes. A very generic face.

Now, all I saw a small girl. Messy, dirty blonde hair hung limp around her face. Her eyes didn't have the same sparkle they did since last time.

"BITCH! WHERE'D YOU GO! I'M GETTIN HORNY!"

I froze in fear. I thought after the beating I could leave. I guess just not this time. He could hit me all he wanted. Whip me all he wanted. But there was no way in Hell he was raping me. Again.

I hid in my HUGE walk-in closet and jumped in the drawer in a far away corner.

The drunk just opened the door, looked around and left to search the rest of the house.

I sigh in relief. After a long and sore day, I was tired. I closed my eyes and instanly fell into a nighmare filled sleep.

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Heys guys! This is the first c to my new story Loving Lilac.

So my question is yay or nay? You guys like it?

Pm me any ideas you have for the story and I'll give you credit!

My goal for this chapter is 3 comments and 5 votes! Lets beat that!!!

-Morgan