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Chapter One
"You stupid skank, you always were a disgrace!" My father yells as I run up to my room. Everynight, day after day it's the same thing. I cry because of his actions. Everyday I have to cover up the bruises and marks, so I don't get caught or get in trouble. Tonight was one of the worst nights, he got really drunk tonight. One of the nights where he gets really mad at the smallest things. This time it was because I didn't get his beer to him fast enough so, he smacked me across the room. My cheek still stings from the blow. Since my mom past away a couple of years ago their is no one to protect me from his abuse. It is begining to become too much for me to handle. This has went on since my mom passed, I just wish there could be someone to protect me, because it hasn't always been like this.
Trying to block out the world, I close my eyes while laying on the bed. The soft bedding comforts me as it tangles me up, hiding me from the outside world. My chest still heaves quickly even as I try to return my breathing to normal. After a while of trying to calm down and fighting through all the bad thoughts, my breathing returned to normal and I began drifting off to sleep. This was one night where I didn't stoop so low to use other remedies to help the pain that my father caused.
My alarm clock's loud ring echoed through my room at 5:30 in the morning. Now, this was the moment where i would start my day. From here is when I have to cook dad's breakfast, get ready for school, eat me something then head to school to face another miserable day as always. The only good thing about school is the fact that it gets me away from my dad for a little while. Pushing the covers off me, I slowly rise out of bed. After pulling up my hair into a bun, I head down stairs to start daddy's breakfast before he has a fit.
As I finish up cooking the gravy, I hear my fathers heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. Getting a plate I add everything I cook to it: bacon, eggs, biscuits and gravy. My father reaches the kitchen just as I set the plate on the table. I clean up the kitchen quickly as he sits down to eat before I run back upstairs to get ready.
After taking a while rumaging through my closet, I finally find an outfit presentable enough to wear. I quickly change into it before walking over to the bathroom that is connected to my room, examining the fresh mark on my cheek. Surprisingly, it didn't cause my eye to puff up or swell. With the magic of makeup I managed to hide it well enough so people couldn't really see it. I mean it's not like they would care anyway. After all my father doesn't approve of me having friends. The only care or concern I would get would come from a teacher. Sometimes I doubt that they wouldn't even care.
After finishing up with my daily routine, I scurry down stairs to grab a quick breakfast. I fix myself waffles, and I eat them quickly to make sure I'm not late for school. I rinse off my plate and put it in the dishwasher before grabbing my books and heading out the door.
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