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After taking a warm shower and wearing something modest to cover up my bruises.
I went to go and join our guests, the Winston's, for dinner.
They were my parents friends but they were doing way better than us. They owned the firm where my father worked in.
And the best part of it all was I was to marry his jerk of a son. Yayyhh!!!
Bryce Winston was not only a jerk but was a bitch, a fool, a dumbass good for nothing brat that always got what he wanted.
And I was to marry him after college...
Lucky me.

As I approached the table my parents looked back and gave me a fake smile.
"Oh y/n are you okay you look rather pale" Mrs Winston said as I took my seat in-between my Mom and Bryce.
"I'm o-"
"Don't be ridiculous of course she's okay.   Mark, her father is taking good care of her " Mr Winston interrupted before I could even finish my sentence.

Like Father like son I guess. He was always fond of interrupting, being the arrogant bastard he is. I always felt sorry for Mrs Winston. Seemed like she was the only person that cared about me when it came to this family.

Dinner went by smoothly and the Winston's left. I was about to go to my room before my father yanked me towards him and told me I should smile more when in front of the Winston's. I simply nodded and went to my room. I fell on my bed and closed my eyes praying that I wouldn't wake up to another day in this house with these people as my parents.

I woke up to another dreadful day of school. Another day with my parents and another day with Bryson.

I got ready and left early for school. Well, I do that in other to avoid my parents and any of their sudden urges to beat me up.

As I walk out of the house and feel the cold morning breeze nipping at my skin.
I pop out my headphones and begin to walk towards my favorite cafe to get my favorite cofee.

So you're probably wondering despite everything happening in my life why haven't I considered suicide and all, so lemme give you the run down. So first of all I'm planning on running away after I graduate from highschool. I'm currently a senior and I almost have enough money to move to another state and all.
Where did I get the money from?
So apparently I work online and have a separate account my parents don't know about.
Then suicide is actually quite a lame way to avoid your problems don't you think? And then I'm Christian so I don't plan on ending up in hell anytime soon.
The last but not the least is what's currently entering my ears. Music.

Judge me all you want but I listen and love all genres of music. I believe a good song can come from anywhere.
As of now I'm currently playing Goodie bag by Still Woozy one of my favorite songs.

As I round another corner near my street I notice someone's moving in to one of the houses I enjoy looking at while taking walks. The house is beautiful and big and obviously screams money, but what I love is that it gives a sense of nostalgia. Maggie, my friend used to live there before her and her parents moved out.
We still attend the same school but we're not so close anymore. All thanks to Bryson and my parents.

Maggie used to look out for me alot and was so close to finding out what my parents used to do to me. My parents didn't like her one bit neither did Bryce. Maggie always defended me especially when he was being a jerk and that made him angry and my parents didn't like when Bryce got angry with me. He always threatened to cut off the marriage arrangement. Admiring the house once more I continued my walk to school.

When I got to school it was a bit empty so I decided to take a nap in class.
Thirty minutes later I woke up to sudden screams and squeals. It seemed like it was coming from the hall. I got from my seat to see what the commotion was about.