Chapter 2

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I pulled down my shirt sleeve to cover my scars.  i used to cut myself, but I stopped a little over a year ago.  I sighed as a walked down the brick hallway and towards my locker.  I thought about what my dad would think of me.  i could still picture him holding me in his lap and smoothing my hair as he sang me an old lullaby.

I wipped a tear from my eye and grabbed my math book.  I continued down the hall trying to ignore the whispers coming from Mandy and her group of wanna-be's.  Mandy has always hated me.  When we were nine, she took my favorite dolls and ripped of their heads.

I finally made it to my math class and sat down.  i pulled out one of my favorite books.  It was called Blue Eyes and it was amazing! I have already read it about three times but I have never grown tired of it. Soon, Mr. Schilberg came in.

"Alright class. Take your seats"

I pulled out my notebook and let out a big sigh.  Today was going to be a long day.

After school, I pushed open my door and trudged into my house.  The smell of alcohol and cigarrate smoke burned my nose.  I put my bag on the table and saw my mothers shirt on the floor. Ugh. I thought.  Whenever she has a guy over I'm supposed to be out of the house. Oh well... Just means I get an extra beating tonight.

I locked myself in my room and before long I heard the door close and footsteps on the stairs.

My mother shoved open my door with an angry look on her face.  She didn't have a shirt or a bra on but at least she was wearing underwear.

She stormed over and grabbed my hair.

"I THOUGHT I MADE IT VERY CLEAR YOU WERE NOT TO BE IN THIS HOUSE WHEN I HAVE A GUEST"

I only whinced as she slammed my head into the wall.  She pulled me close, so that her breast was in my face.

"Listen you litte shit. The neighbors are home but as soon as they leave, you are getting the beating of a lifetime" She smirked. "And Derek is gonna help me give it to you"

She left and slammed the door shut.  I let the tears flow through my eyes and curled up into a ball.  Derek would rape me, that much was for sure. I cried for hours until I heard talking downstairs and a voice I knew all too well. 

He was here.

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