Ch. 7

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The next morning I stared at the cieling thinking about my life, problems, love, friends, family, me. I've stayed like that all night. I didn't even get 5 minutes of sleep. Once in a while I listened to music or logged onto Instagram. My friends flooded my inbox with messages asking what had happened yesterday at school. I didn't plan on telling them. I'm afraid Alex and his friends would try to hurt them, or my friends would try to hurt Lucy. I'll just say I started feeling sick and went home. I jumped at the noise of my doorknob turning and I quickly turned around and closed my eyes pretending to be asleep.

"Maria? Sweety why aren't you up yet? You'll be late for school" It was my dad. I pretended to rub my eyes and stretch a little.

"I feel a little sick. Can I stay home?"

"Sure. But do you want to me to stay? I can call your uncle and tell him I won't go to work"

"No, no, it's fine. I'll just take a pill and try to rest."

"Alright. Just call me if you need anything" He leaned over and kissed my forehead then got up and left. I heard the front door open and close then my dad's car driving away. I walked over to the window to find my mom's car gone as well. I heard her get home around 11:00 p.m. She doesn't work that late. She gets out at 8 but goes to her friends' house afterward. I went downstairs and poured myself some milk,then went back upstairs. I layed in my bed and drank my glass of milk. After I finished I plugged in my phone to my small speakers and put my songs on shuffle, then Superhero by Cher Lloyd came on. I quietly sang along with her.

'I loved you, I loved you

with all thats in my power

I was used and abused 'till I was sweet and sour

I kissed you and kissed you and gave you all my sugar

you knew that I'd be useless if I let you know what you were to m-'

I was interrupted when I heard knocking downstairs. I quickly paused the music and quietly walked over to my window and see who it was. My heart dropped to my stomach when I saw Lucy nodding to Alex and then running away. He threw his cigerette to the fround and dropped it then he started pounding on the door.

"I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE MARIA! OPEN UP!" I started panicking and my hands started shaking. His pounding got harder and louder. I started crying begging for him to go away. What if he actually broke in and hurt me. I walked over to the window and saw him frusterated. After trying more, he saw a car then quickly walked away like nothing happened. I quickly recognized the black BMW as it parked in our driveway. My mom hurridly walked to the door and walked in. Thank god she got here. If she hadn't gotten here who knows what Alex might have done. I opened the door and and walked downstairs. My mom was rushed grabbing a few papers off the counter but stopped once she saw me.

"What do you think you are doing here young lady? You're supposed to be in school!"

"I felt sick and dad let me stay home so I could feel better"

"Dont frickin lie to me! You look perfectly fine!"

"That's because I took a pill a while ago"

"You are just like your father. So irresponsible and greedy!"

"Calm down mom. I'll go back to school tomorrow"

"Don't talk back to me!" That's it.

"IM NOT TALKING BACK MOM! STOP MAKING THINGS UP!" The next thing I knew, I felt a sharp pain flash across my left cheek. She just hit me. My mom just hit me. For the first time ever. She looked at me angrily,her face red in anger.

"Y-you've never h-hit me before"

"Does it look like I give a fuck?!" I just stared at the woman who gave me birth in disbelief. She just hit her own daughter and she didn't even care. I ran up the stairs grabbing my cheek. I slammed my door and dropped myself on my bed. I cried in my arms wishing I could just die. Just go to sleep and never wake up. I heard the front door slamming and her car speeding down the street, the wheels screeching as she made a turn. I turned over and wiped the tears away. I just sat there. In my cold room staring into the distance, trying to forget about everything and everyone. I hated my life, and no one was going to change that.

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