Allure

Chapter 3.

I stagger back from the impact of his hand on my cheek. Shit, that's going to leave a bruise.

"A-Andrew. I'm sorry sir, I will clean it up right a-away." I hurried towords the kitchen to grab a dustpan and brush, then head towords the living room to clean up the shit my 'farther' scattered across the floor.

I sweeped up most of the glass and made sure to tidy his beer bottles as well, knowing I will get a beating if I don't.

As I picked up some glass that I was unable to reach it slipped and imbedded into my skin.

Fuck. Today, is not my day.

As I looked at the gash I realised it was deeper than I expected, great. I walked to the kitchen with the glass filled dustpan and set it on the table beside the sink as I soaked my hand in cold water.

When it stopped stinging I dragged myself to the first-aid cupboard that I have opened more times than I would like to admit. As I wrapped a bandage around my hand I heard frantic footsteps making there way to the kitchen.

Oh no, no, no, no, no.

Andrew zoned his monsters eyes on me as if I were some kind of prey. He looked towords the table and glared at the glass I placed on there a few minutes before.

"Didn't I tell you to clean this up. Why can I still see it?!" His voice was so calm but dominant, I stood there rigid, drowning within my own fear. When I didn't reply, his bloodshot eyes turned a merciless shade that added to his sickening smirk.

"Don't worry darling. I'll clean this up for you." I stood there dumbfounded. What is going o-

"AHH!" I was cut off from my confusion when hundreds of peices of shard glass pierced into my skin. But this time the pain was so intense due to the force it was thrown at.

Yes. Thrown. By my oh so caring farther.

He sauntered towords me with a grimising smile making me cringe internally.

He took a fistfull of my hair and slammed my head forcefully on the marble table, not leaving me any time to sober up before throwing me onto the floor.

Kick after kick was ruthlessly sent towords my body, and occasionally his filthy hands would wander across me in a repulsive manner. My body went numb during this process and I finally lost the abilty to see as my eyes involuntary shut.

.

I cracked my sore eyes open to find myself in a pool of my own blood. I remember everything, the intensity of the beating doesn't surprise me, just makes me greatful that it's over.

As I gripped onto the table above me, attempting to not stand on any peices of glass in the process, I took a look at the clock.

SHIT!

It's 8:40, school has already started and I still need to clean my wounds and get ready and packed for school.

I rushed updtairs ignoring the searing pain shooting up throughout my body. As I reached the bathroom I practically tore off my clothes and jumped in. I'm not bothering to wash my hair as I know I have no time.

I washed all the blood off my body and hoped that would be good enough for the cuts to not re-open and start bleeding again.

I ran to my room after I cleaned my teeth and threw on a blue and white striped shirt, green jacket, blue ripped jeans and a cream scarf with brown ankle boots. I tied my hair up in a side ponytail leaving a few strands loose.

I quickly threw in the books I needed in my bag and ran to school not bothering to clean up the mess he caused in the kitchen due to his tantrum. Thanking the lord that he wasn't awake to confront me at this time of day.