It's a dark stormy night, Jamie is crouched in a fatal position in the corner of her room whimpering in pain after the beating her step-father Frank had so kindly delivered earlier that day. Jamie's body stiffen and she quiets her breathing as she hears his thundering footsteps coming closer to her door. She prays that he will walk past but luck doesn't seem to be on her side today.
Frank storms into her room with a strange glint in his eyes. Jamie closes her eyes pretending to be knocked out hoping he will finally leave her in peace. Frank being Frank kicks her in the back making her whimper in pain before he storms out leaving the house. He was most likely heading to the bar like he usually does on Monday nights. After staying still for a couple of minutes, Jamie slowly leans her blackened body on the wall checking all of her wounds.
"Only a couple more cuts and bruises," she whispers to herself before looking around at her room, Which now had broken glass splattered on the floor. Sighing, she slowly limps to her vanity mirror staring at the fresh wounds. After wiping her fallen tears, she quickly puts on a long sleeved shirt to cover the scars and puts concealer for her
face so her mom Jane won't notice when she gets home. Most kids would have probably said something to their parents by now, but Jamie just didn't have the heart to ruin her mom's happiness anymore.
After making sure that all of her scars were fully covered she starts heading down stairs to make dinner.
