~Kat's POV~
I went back to my room. I never knew I could cry this much. I walked downstairs after I calmed down a little. My mom looked at me angrily with a look saying be nice. I looked to her side to see a guy. "Bret this is Kat, she's my daughter." He gave me an evil smile when my mom wasn't looking. He nodded his head to my mom (without the evil smile). He smiled at her. They hugged. I realized. My mom is dating this guy. I almost started crying again. "NO!!" I blurted out. I almost covered my mouth. "Excuse me!!!?" My Mom yelled back. She came towards me and I walked away. I started crying again. I ran up the stairs. I slammed my door. I heard them talking downstairs and heard foot steps. My door opened and there was Bret. Great. Like I need this right now. He didn't say anything. He looked at me. He walked up to me. I was backed up against the wall staring him dead in the eye. He punched me right across the face. Then he kicked my gut. It still hurt really bad. I stood still tears running down my face. Staring him dead in the eye. Still. Not moving. He kept hitting and punching and he didn't stop. I let it keep happening. I didn't stop him from hitting. I'm giving up anyways. Hopefully he'd beat me to death. He stopped when I was breathless. "You're my bitch now. This whole family is now mine. I'm in control and you won't speak to anyone that way again. No more stomping to your room and slamming the door. And um. You're the only one that will be beat. So if I ever come home for work and had a bad day don't even try to hide. Just be ready." He snapped. He walked away and I went to bed. I woke up the next morning. I didn't wake anyone up to get them ready for school. I got ready and put my hoodie on. I walked to school. No one talked to me. They talked about me. Duh. Who wouldn't. I kept my face down and covered my wrists as much as I could. I went to first block and saw Chandler. He looked heart broken. He looked at me. I quickly looked down. Before he saw my beaten up face. I had a black eye and bruises everywhere. I asked to be excused. I walked to the bathroom and then heard girls coming. Of course my luck it was Jenna and her jerk friends. Great. Same as yesterday. Punched. Pushed. Kicked. Oh well. I'll get over it. Somehow. I kept crying. After they left. I went back to class. I had to keep wiping my tears away. I uncovered my wrists for a minute to look at the cuts. I looked around covering my cuts up making sure no one saw. As my eyes passed by Chandler he was looking at me. He was looking at my wrists. He knows now. He kept looking worried. I just cried more. If he didn't care why is he so worried and why does he keep looking at me. I covered my face by looking down and resting my forehead on my hand. Tears falling on my desk. I went through most of the day just crying and aching. Everyone looking at me in the halls. I went home and Bret was the only one there. I guess he lives with us now. He looked at me. I walked passed him looking down. He came up to my room and beat me again. Of course. After he left I went to my dresser and got my knife. I started cutting again. There was a noise outside my window. I peeked out the blinds and saw Chandler standing there. I ignored him. I heard a knock on the door.
Chandler:hi, is Kat there?
Bret: yes, but you can't see her. She's not allowed to see anyone. Especially your famous ass.
Chandler: um. I just wanted to talk to her.
Bret: are you here to hurt her?
Chandler: no! She doesn't deserve that!
Bret: get the hell out of here and don't come back!
I heard the door slam. I started crying. Why did I let him go. I decided to text him.
Me: I'm so sorry. I didn't know you cared so much about me. James told me you didn't care and I was just a charity case and everyone hates me and I can't take anymore. I hope you can understand. If not it's okay if you don't want to see me anymore.
I knew he wouldn't answer so I just went on with my day. After a terrible day, I went to sleep. I was tired of the beating. But what could I do?
