The Abused Girl

Chapter 5

Julian up top^^^

*Jake's POV*

When I got to my next class I remembered that Carly doesn't sit anywhere near any of us.

I stopped at the door and turned toward the boys and asked, "Guys, our seats are across the room from her. How are we gonna talk to her now?"

"Who cares what the teacher says? Just move there anyway," Chase said smirking. I just rolled my eyes.

I opened the door and walked in. I ignored what the teacher was saying before we walked in and walked toward where Carly was sitting.

"Um, Mr. Stone? I need you to sit in your correct seat please," Mrs. K said.

But I really don't care what she wants so....

"Nah you moved our seats over here," I said looking right at Carly who looked like she didn't want to be here.

We started walking toward her and made people move out of the seats that we wanted to sit in. Most of the students were smart to leave but one of them was stupid to talk back with Julian.

I didn't pay any attention to what was happening. I was just looking at Carly who was looking at Julian with shock. I'm guessing he just lost his temper.

She finally turned forward. I was looking at her angry trying to find out why on Earth she would lie to us but then I heard the teacher's phone go off. She answered it then hung up after a minute or so.

"Mrs. Kingston your dad is here to check you out," Mrs. K said to Carly.

Her face paled right away. It looked like she was scared but as quick as it came it was gone. She just smiled at the teacher and nodded. She left after the teacher told her to fell better soon.

I turned toward the boys, "Did you guys see her face pale or was it just me seeing things?"

"Nah man I saw that too. It was like she was scared of going home or something," Aiden said.

"Let's go," I said and started to leave.

"Um excuse me, where do you think you're going?" Mrs. K asked.

"Leaving," was all I said and left.

I walked down the hall and caught a glimpse of Carly getting shoved into the car by a man.

Something's not right here....

*Carly's POV*

Father says to me, more like screams, "DIDN'T I SAY STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM THEM?"

"You are right. I'm sorry father it won-" my sentence got cut off by him smacking me.

"It won't happen again? That's what you said last time. YOU LITTLE WHORE!! YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT. I wish your mother and I never had you," he said the last sentence deadly calm. Then he kicked me 10 times in a row. He picked me up by my hair and shoved me into the wall. "GET UP!!" He yelled in my face.

-----3 hours later----

Father just left and said I have to clean up after myself. I crawled to my room, and looked in the mirror.

My right eye was swollen. I lifted my shirt and saw bruises all over my stomach. They were purple, blue, black, and yellow. My left wrist was in pain. Most likely from when he threw me down and jumped on my wrist.

I swear that sorry excuse for a man loves to cause pain.

I cleaned up all the blood from my face and from the floor downstairs. Then laid in bed and went to sleep.

I woke up to my father stumbling into my room. I looked at the clock and saw it was 9:30 am. Today I don't have to go to school because father dearest over here said I was sick and I would be back in a few days. Yay me.

"Hello bitch, today we are gonna try some new toys I bought. Okay? Okay. I'm so excited," He said with a whip type thing in his hand.

He grabbed me by my arm and dragged me down to the basement. He chained me to a wall, an turned me so my back was facing him. I heard him walk away.

Then I hear his sinister chuckle and feel a great pain in my back. Definitely from him hitting me with his "toy."

-------1 hour later-----

Father hits me one more time before unchaining me and walking towards the door. He turns around, "You are to stay down here for 2 days. This is your punishment for being a whore," He said smiling and walks away.

He shuts the door and locks it.

Great, just great. I'm stuck down here for 2 days no food or water. I am probably going to bleed to death. Then I remember I hid some food/water down here just in case this happens. I knew this day would come. I also put some bandages down here.

After cleaning myself, I hid everything and huddled into a corner.

----2 days later----

He has come everyday with a different "toy" to play with. I am sore all over, and hungry. I ran out of food yesterday.

"Hello, I am back. You can leave now. BUT if I catch you anywhere near those boys again I will make this much worse and for a longer period of time. Do you understand?" He asked.

"Yes sir," I said in a small voice.

"Oh, and you better get rid of Sara and Savannah. They have come by here asking how you are doing. I think they are getting suspicious. No friends, no boys. Understood?!?" He said the last word louder.

"Yes sir," I said again. I walked out of the basement and up to my room for a shower. I didn't bother looking in the mirror. I know I won't like the outcome of it.

After my shower, I got dressed in pajamas and went to bed. I have school tomorrow. I have to get rid of all my friends. With those thoughts on my mind I fell asleep.

I woke up to my alarm clock going off. I got up and put on some sweat pants and a loose shirt. Since my whole body hurts, I'm taking it easy today. I brushed my hair and pulled my hoodie over my head and put my hood on. I made him breakfast which was sausage, eggs, and toast.

I arrive at school, and walk to my locker. I grab my things and walk to my first class. I sit in my seat and look down and draw doodles on my notebook.

The boys walk in, earlier than usual, and sit near me. I ignore them like father said to do. "Hey," his voice. Oh my gosh his voice is so smooth and- no, what is wrong with me?

"Please leave me alone," I write on a piece of paper.

"Why?" He asks.

"You wouldn't understand," I wrote on the same piece of paper as before. All the boys have a look of curiosity.

"Well help us understand," Chase replies. I just shake my head and move to a different seat.

The day flies by after that and soon it's lunch. I walk into the cafeteria and sit away from the girls at a table all alone. Someone grabs me from behind and carries me out of the lunch room and into a classroom. The kidnapper closes and locks the door and turns toward me. I gasp and look at him in shock.....

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