Of course I cleaned up the blood on the sink. After that I just.. Ran out of the bathroom and decided to ditch school for the rest of the day. I started running home holding on to my wrist covered with paper to soak up the blood.
I made it home. Luckily no cops saw me, or else they would've sent me home. Noticing my wrist and probably get me charged for self harm or something. I just.. Can't believe that.. I saw the number one thing I didn't want to see ever since I met Jesse. Him making out with another girl. And he quite frankly enjoyed it.
It's just not fair. What did I ever do to deserve this! This is what I get for letting a boy into my life! I'm so extremely tired of getting hurt! I don't want to stay in this stupid, damn place anymore! I don't belong here! I can't handle the pain anymore! I just... I hate my life!
I stayed in the living room for a while watching tv. Then that's when my mother came downstairs. Of course.. She was drunk. Again.
"Ivy. I need to speak with you now." She said.
"What is it mother.?" I said firmly.
"Did you take my car without permission the other day?" She said with her breath reeking of alcohol.
"Umm. No. Now leave me alone. I don't feel like talking to you." I said walking back to the couch until she grabbed my arm,pulling me back towards her.
"You do not just walk away from me like that! I guess I'll just have to punish you for not respecting me!"
She punched my face,Threw me to the floor,Kicked my stomach. She then grabbed the nearest thing towards her,which was a belt,and started hitting me with it. I stood up and quickly yelled.
"Mom please stop I'm sorry! Please stop it hurts mom please!" I said as tears started rolling down my face.
"No! You haven't learned anything Ivy! You just can't respect me can you?? You need to learn how to respect your mother!" She said kicking me.
"Please mom I'm sorry!" I got up on my knees and started hugging her waist. Begging for her to stop. I could already feel the blood running down my nose.
"Alright. Hopefully you learned something. Now go to your room. You worthless piece of shit."
I quickly ran to my room. I looked at my mirror. Blood running down my nose. A bruise already forming around my eye. And a cut on my cheek. Damn that's going to leave a scar.
I went to the restroom. I filled up the bathtub with water completely. I then stepped into the tub. All the blood I lost today.. All in the tub. I got rid of all the water and decided to take a shower instead.
Turning on the shower head, I started staring at myself in the mirror. My hair was a complete mess. I was so disgusting looking. My stomach all covered with bruises. I put a single finer on one bruise and it hurts like hell.
I kept hoping and thinking to myself that my mom doesn't find out I ditched school. Or who knows what she would do to me. Sometimes I get really scared of my mom. But now I'm terrified. I really miss her from the past. She was extremely fun. Always filled with joy. Until my dad happened. And now she just drinks and beats the shit out of me.
I walked into the shower and started washing the rest of the blood off. I then began to cry. I balled up into the corner of the tub and started sobbing. It's not fair. Why me? I hate myself.
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The next morning, I woke up getting ready for school. I had to hide my scars and bruises. I decided to cover up my black eye with foundation. Hopefully that works. And my scar as well. But maybe a little blush to make it not so obvious. Then I but on black mascara to hopefully take the attention away.
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The Emo "Bad Boy" that stole my Heart.
Teen Fiction"I thought he was cute . Until I found out he was a complete jerk... But who knew that this complete jerk..can turn out to be my whole life."
