Surviving life .

Chapter 8

-Alex POV -

Dad. Dad is home! He will kill me. I'm so stupid why didn't I get home sooner!. All I could think of was how stupid I was as I froze in front of the door. And him just smirking at me. I'm doomed. I seriously wish Cara isn't here too. I'm already half dead. But who knows maybe if they did kill me everything will be better, I'll see mom. I'll be happy for once.

He pulled me by my hoodie and slammed the door behind me. So hard I flinched. All of a sudden I was back handed I didn't even see him more. I tried to back away but he was pulling me from my hoodie and I'm not strong. I can't fight so I just give up and let him do what he wants.

He slapped me but I didn't react so he punched me in the jaw. My jaw snapped but I didn't do much. Just holding the tears and bearing the pain. I knew he won't stop at only my face. He kicked my shin then kicked my knee so I fell and held my knee. I think he saw it as an opportunity as I was defenseless. And rolling over in pain.

I don't scream when he hits me. I don't cry. I just numb myself. He followed with few kicks to my chest. I already have three broken ribs I don't need more but I guess he doesn't care. I tasted a metallic liquid in my mouth. Blood obviously. Probably from that punch. Or the slap?.

I couldn't open my eyes for some reason and when I did all I saw was dads foot coming in contact with my body as I lay in the floor like a dead body.  After what seemed like forever. Dad left, he left me on the ground in pain. It's not the first time nor will it be the last.

I stood up holding onto the walls for support. I don't want to fall again. I try to go up stairs. Not as easy as I thought it will be. Im pretty sure my ribs are more broken now if not more broken ribs.

I got into my room and fell on the bed. I was so tired. The hospital gave me anxiety and I was restless. And being at home isn't good either. I lay on my bed and look at my mother's picture that was on my night stand. "why didn't you take me with you?." I whispered to the picture.

I kept thinking if she was here would life be this hard. Would we be happy? Would I be happy? How will life be with her. "I miss you mom. It should have been me". Sleep invaded me. And I couldn't fight it. I was tired I just wanted to sleep I wanted to forget the world.

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It's Monday now

It's 6:00am. And I have to go to school. I groan and whimper as I try to stand up and get to the bathroom. Today is one of those day. Those days that I just don't feel anything. Just numb and it's good in a sense. I won't feel pain when dad hurts me. Or when Cara abuses me. When people bully me and hit me. I won't feel anything. I smirk without realizing it.

I got up and took a shower. My body is so bruised and swollen. It doesn't look like my body anymore. Black, purple, yellow, pink and blues are my new skin tone.

I chose the same clothes, except a blue hoodie instead of a black one. I push my hair but it falls on my eyes so i just give up on it. Its almost 7am now so i have to rush to school. I really hope nothing too bad happens today. As i go down stairs I found dad passed out. He's too drunk to notice me. Even though am limping basically.

As i walk too school i have my ear buds in and blasting the music up because i really dont want to hear people yelling at me this early. I kept thinking about everything. School, life, death and Jake.

I haven't talked to him since Friday. The day I got out of the hospital and today's Monday so almost four days . Not that it matters or I matter anyways. I just hope he ignores me today. I'm not up for a beating today.

I walk into school and keep my head down. I can hear some people laughing and calling me names over my earphones but I ignored them. They usually don't so much except the name calling. They never tried hiring me. Only Jake and his friends and teammates did hit me. However Jake did take it up a notch. He would hit me way harder and way more for no reason.