Trapped

Chapter 6

Alice's P.O.V

 I heard my door slam, that's when I knew I was in for a shitty day. The heavy footsteps that angrily slapped the ground stopped at my cot. I held my breath and prayed that my father wouldn't try to hurt me while I slept.

 I heard his intake of breath. 

One could keep having wishful thinking, right?

I shut my eyes and felt my body stiffen as he raised his hand and sucker punched me in the face. I gasped, and shot up as quick as my broken ribs would allow me.

"I highly suggest you get up and make this family food and take Camden to school. I'm sure you don't want a repeat of the last time you overslept." he smirked evilly as he rubbed his hand over his other  fist that already showed signs of reddening and swelling knuckles. 

I shook my head and jumped out of bed; running downstairs starting on breakfast. Camden came  down with my clothes and sat down at the table and glanced at the oatmeal and bagel toast I prepared for a family of three. I nodded my thanks for the clothes and sat the plates filled with the oatmeal and the toast on the table along side the bacon and eggs. Camden sat down and began to dig in as my mother and father waltz in with the swagger that was disgusting; but I guess it's expected from a prostitute and the pimp. I lowered my eyes and took my clothes in stride as I attempted to squeezed past my mother who, feigned innocence, when I took a nose dive into the floor. I got up without compliant and walked up the stairs.

I got up without a backwards glance and headed for my room to grab my backpack and keys while I wait for Camden in the car. It was Wednesday, a midday of the same routine and same life I carried in and out of the year. I walked back down the stairs and I heard my Dad laugh. I froze momentarily; it was rare to hear laughter in this household, even more so from my father. But then I heard my brother giggling into fits and I realize he was saying his corny puns he usually says when he's nervous and unsure of how to handle the problem. I shook myself from the spot and silently walked out the door and unlocked the truck.

I turned on the truck and flipped my visor to check on my cheek if I needed to apply a ton of makeup to cover up a bruise. It wasn't bruising or swelling. 'So he didn't punch me so hard as it felt. Give him a Grammy,'  I thought with dark humor, as my eyes caught the door closing and Camden came out with his bag on his shoulder and a piece of bacon flapping in his mouth as he trudged to my truck. He definitely looked goofy and his age. The way he should be and not worrying over me after Dad had a session with me. 

Camden threw his bag in before jumping into the old worn clothe of the seat. He placed his seat belt in and nodded with this absentminded soft smile. I smiled at him. We sat in a comfortable silence as I drove him to school.

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I entered the school and waited for any snicker that indicated that Sandra and her goons were near. When I heard none. I sighed in relief. I started for the Mrs. Fels class in the Marine department when I heard clicking of heels followed by laughter. My body unwillingly tensed and picked up the speed into a slow jog. I did not want to look in case if it was Sandra or anybody who knew I was the easy bait. I almost reached her class when I heard my name being called out.

"Alice, woman, wait up for your bestie." Dallas caught up to me in her heels that looked painful to be in. "Geez girl, you sure know how to get someone to work out just by walking."  

She looked gorgeous without even trying. Her hair in a simple french braid and her face bare of makeup. Her shirt was a floral camisole paired with a A line skirt that had a tiny dog on the edges of the end of the skirt. Her long tan legs were nice and long, and if you looked closer, you could see the barely there freckles that adorned her shapely legs. She looked like she came from a classic movie to modern day to prove that she still owned her timeless beauty. 

I felted even uglier than usual near her. Or any girl in this school for that matter. I can't help it, no matter how many times Camden says otherwise. I guess I went silent for a while because Dallas stopped rambling as we neared the door to Mrs. Fels. 

"You okay? You look paler than you did yesterday? You feeling good there, champ?" Her assault of questions were bashed when Mrs. Fels entered the class and passed out our work three minutes before the bell rang to start the school day. I huffed a breath in relief to evade those questions.

I thought I got away from her until a piece of paper all crookedly folded landed in the middle of my worksheet. I rolled my eyes and unfolded it. All it said was "Answer the questions, Allie."  

'Dallas gets straight to the point,' I thought. I wrote on the paper in a rush. Answering that I skipped breakfast and my stomach was rioting over that fact. I tossed it back onto her desk and resumed my work in hopes that she would be satisfied with the answer and left me alone. Boy was I wrong. The note landed on my desk yet again. It continued like this throughout the whole class and in every class we had together. 

During lunch I booked it to the library for some alone time with my new novel I bought with some money I got for doing some kid's homework. I finished all my homework from the first five classes I had and decided I could read. I glanced at Savannah and smiled weakly as she nodded and gave me a cheeky smile. I read for a while until I saw him enter the library and look around like he was trying to find someone. I averted my gaze and focused on my novel. 

'I just want a break. Give me at least that God. Pretty please with Miley Cyrus on top' I thought hopelessly. 

I heard the chair scrap the floor next to me.

'Asshat,' I thought looking up at the ceiling before catching the clock to see how long I had to endure him and his major twatiness. Forty-five minutes is what I have to endure. I can do this. 

I felt a tap on my shoulder. I sighed. I heaved my shoulders and turned my chair to face him. When I finally looked up, I wasn't expecting his face to be two inches from my face. 

'Oh boy,' I thought as he gave me a wicked smile. The kind of wicked smile that sent women in a frenzy to get unclothed as fast as possible. 

I think he knew I thought that because that smile grew even more impossibly wicked. I panicked and my gaze searched for Savannah who apparently went MIA at this moment. 'I hate you, you lovable old woman.' I mentally grumbled. 

I guess my mind was elsewhere and this man-boy took advantage to get even closer and huskily whisper in my ear, "Hey Alice."

My spine shivered at his tone and my abdomen felt heated for a weird reason. I whipped my head towards him. My nose brushed his. I gulped. 

'God help me' I thought as I felt frozen in place for the second time today.  I pushed myself back to the wall so my face was as far from as his as possible. And boy was I glad for it until his eyes narrowed at me.

I frowned in confusion until he spoke, and man did he sound deadly calm; which was even scarier. 

"Want to tell me why that sexy face of yours has a small bruise under your eye, babe?"

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Hey guys. Guess who was struck with inspiration to write? This chick. Sorry don't kill me, I've had the worse of worse writers block. My sour mood helped me write this out. I'm trying to write as much as I can. So updates will be all over the place, okay? Okay good. Now how is everybody? Good I hope. Any whores, love you guys. Stay weird my friends. 

-Ann