My Deepest Fear

Back To School...

"Wake up slut". I felt a sharp pain collide onto my face. I was completely startled as I jumped up from my uncomfortable, flat pillow. I groaned; not because it hurt -- I was used to that-- but because of his same intolerable actions that I highly was afraid of and hated with a passion.

I had gotten raped and thrown around again last night. I was barely acceptable for school. How does oneself beat on a daughter he loved? How does he expect me to be up and early to go to school? God, sometimes I really wish death would come so soon for him. That's been my desire and wish for about eight years now.

I stared at him as he walked back and forth in my small room. He kept shaking and hitting his head as if he were talking to himself. A vodka bottle was securely held in his hand and he took a sip of it every five seconds. He looked at me; pain was written all over his face. His eyes didn't show any sorrow for the both of us though. It showed hatred. And I grew angry. Every time I look him in the face I read the same thing everyday: pain and hatred. And that's all he his. There's no changing him.

Getting up anyway, I quickly see myself to the bathroom so to make sure he didn't think about hitting me again." Yes sir,"

I took a quick shower and washed my long brown hair so that it could stay curly for today. When I got out, I tied my hair into a high ponytail letting the curls drop down to my lower back. After that I put on my black bra and matching underwear. Then I put on some grey sweatpants a white t-shirt, a cardigan, and whatever pair of shoes I found. I grabbed my backpack and headed downstairs to see my dad standing in front of the door just waiting for me to come to him, and so I did. As I was walking towards him he sat his giant vodka bottle down, and put both hands on my face. As soon as he did that, tears came to my eyes but I couldn't let them escape. He doesn't deserve my tears for our pity. He then moved out of the way, being actually nice to me for once and letting me leave.I hated it when he did what my mom used to do to me before she died.

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As I walked into the worst place to ever be at all eyes were suddenly on me. I instantly felt my throat burning. I tried getting to my locker without being noticed by Nia. She was one of my bullies. We had known each other since kindergarten and I never knew why she hated me so much. She would always beat on me, making deep marked bruises on my skin. She bang my head against lockers, talked down on me and she even took my lunch. I never fought her back though. My mom always had been a wonderful person and she would never treat someone badly, even if they did mean things to her. So I guess that's where I carry on the legacy.

Being interrupted out of my thoughts by hearing the bell ringing and kids rushing to get to first period, I hurried to grab my things. But I slowed down because the thought of Nia, and having first period with her and her followers. I thought I'd just stay in the bathroom and wait until first period was over. That is until I heard Nia's voice coming from the bathroom.

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( A/N )
Hey guys, I'm Jay.This is my first story so there will be mistakes and errors, but tell me how you like it so far and I'll continue keep the story going.You can also message me, on here and if not on kik @jay_4_ever_ if you would want to be apart of the story.Be sure to tell me your Name, or if you want to make up a name, and I'll give you the choices that you can pick from.If not , I'll continue the story and just pick random names.
-Thank You
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