New Girl (Slowly Updating)

The Beginning of The End

I have completely redone this chapter because when I looked back I completely hated the original. Nothing much has changed but it's just a lot more detailed.

© 2013, Skimples

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If you haven't read the summary this book will contain sexual content, abuse scenes, and mature language. If you aren't comfortable with that don't read this book. I won't put any warning because I feel that it ruins the story so thank you and enjoy!

Edited

The Beginning of The End

I walked through the door of my house, waving good-bye to my playmate Caitlyn, "Bye Caitlyn!" Her mom had dropped me off at my house and honked twice before she drove away once I opened the front door. Where outside was bright and sunny, stepping into my house it seemed like a dark cloud had descended on me.

Even in my barely nine year old mind, I knew something was wrong. The weight of my Hello Kitty sleeping bag weighed down on my fragile shoulders as I cautiously closed the door. Walking down my narrow hallway, I stepped over the creaky floorboard, afraid even the slightest sound would unleash something terrible.

For once I was thankful that my room was on the first floor so I quickly scurried inside and quietly shut the door before I could make too much noise. My breathing was slightly uneven but I knew that was only my first symptom. I took off my bag and threw it on my bed before running inside my closet and turning on the light.

I looked at all the books I was surrounded by and finally took a deep even breath. Grabbing the worn copy of Alice in Wonderland, I breathed in the scent of paper, ink and a whiff of lavender. The books had calmed me down and I leaned wearily against one stack that was pressed neatly on the wall. My heart went back to its normal beating and I was thankful that I had avoided this panic attack.

But sadly my victory was short-lived as I heard thundering steps coming towards my door. I stopped breathing, instantly feeling my heart pick up its beating once again. The steps came to a slow stop until all I heard were three gentle knocks on my door. I was frozen in place as my doorknob creaked open and the steps walked into my room, it stopped somewhere around my bed and took small steps towards the closet. By now I was whimpering in fear, and I could see the shadow of the person as they pulled open the closet door.

With fear in my heart, I closed my eyes against my new punishment.

The first thing that registered to me was the scent, not a bad, unbearable scent, but nice cologne that hid the evilness behind his smile. I eventually opened my eyes to see said smile on his face as he looked down on me. My body trembled as I looked up at him.

I'd read enough books to know what would happen next.

He gripped my arm and dragged me towards the living room. "So Marilynn, where have you been?" His gruff voice ground against my ears as I whimpered in pain. "A-at C-c-Caitlyn's house d-daddy." The tremble in my voice was obvious and I could feel the pain of his hands on my light brown skin.

"Did I tell you that you could leave my house?" His grip got tighter as he talked. "N-no daddy." The tears had already started and I knew I wouldn't be coherent soon. He did give me permission but I knew he had drunk a few bottles of that stuff. I'm not sure what it was but whenever he drank it, he wasn't the same person anymore. I never disagreed with him, even when he was wrong. I knew it would result in something bad.

This was the first time he had taken it past just yelling and I knew it would be different today.

It happened so fast I wasn't even sure it was real until there was a stinging sensation in my cheek. I cried out in pain before I could stop myself and cried even harder. After that there were so many hits that my mind blurred all the pain together into one. He called me many of the names I'd heard him call my mother. Each word hurt almost as much as the pain-filled hit he delivered with it. My body was slowly going numb with the amount of hits I got and I could feel my blood seeping out of my body and onto the floor.

I was hovering between conscious and unconscious when I finally realized there were no new pains, only the throbbing of old ones. His footsteps moved away from me along with his heavy fists and brutal words. The fridge door opened and the clink of glasses knocking against each other was the only sound I was able to hear. After he seated himself in the squeaky chair, he turned on the T.V. and drowned me out with sounds of football.

I'm not sure if it was seconds or hours later, but from my spot on the floor I heard the front door open and the sound of my mommy's heels clicking on the wooden floor. Her delicate voice greeted my daddy before she walked up the stairs as if she didn't see me there. My tiny heart started to break at the fact that not even my mommy would help me. Tears seeped out of my eyes before I could even think to stop them and they trailed along my cheeks and into my dark hair.

I stayed on the floor the whole night, unable to move from the pain yet unable to slip into unconsciousness.

Sadly, this was only the beginning of my many beatings. As I got older they only got worse.

Each time daddy would try to justify the beatings but eventually he stopped trying to do it and my mommy pretended like she didn't see it. I kept hoping she would finally stop the abuse, I finally realized that's what was happening, but she never did. I even begged on my hands and knees for her to save me but she slapped me and told me to deal with it. I had never cried so hard that night. All those stories never compared to the pain you face in real life. They could never fully grasp the emotions behind it all.

I have dealt with it, the only way I can. Reading. Reading about the problems of other's to escape the trauma of my own. It works for the few hours I can spare after school work and house chores but once night time hits its back to the nightmares of that dreadful night and all the nights after that.

My tears hit the paper I'm writing on and I throw it into the trash before grabbing the trash bag and throwing it outside then I head back into the House of Hell. The place where nightmares come true.

A/N: I dedicate this chapter to TheWitchAndTheCat because she writes amazing books and I love them all. And this is showing my appreciation.

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