Red Lips, Black Bruises

One Cut

It wasn't easy living with my dad. Most of my bruises had gone away by the time school had to start again. Hopefully no one will notice.

My alarm clock rang loudly. I groaned, smacking the thing so hard it fell off my nightstand. I rolled over onto my back and pushed myself up into a sitting position. I had around 2 hours to get ready. I pushed myself out of my warm bed, my feet touching the cold wooden floor. I ran my hands through my hair, stepping over to my closet. I quickly grabbed a pair of skinny jeans, my favorite My Chemical Romance shirt, a black bra and my black converse. I went into the bathroom, putting my clothes on the counter. I turned on the hot water in the shower, waiting for it to warm up. I took off my pajama's , tossing them into the laundry basket. I hopped into the shower, its warmth embracing me like a mother's hug.

Once I was dressed, my long black hair up in a ponytail and my makeup on, I rushed downstairs to make breakfast. It was only 6:45, so I could actually enjoy breakfast instead of hurrying away like normal. Since mom died, I haven't been sleeping well. That causes me to wake up late and rush to school. Dad must have decided to either A. Crash at a friends place for the night B. Get super wasted and pass out somewhere or C. Went to work. I grabbed a plate for my eggs and toast and sat down at our island counter. My phone started buzzing so I grabbed it and checked what was going on. I had multiple texts from my two best friends, Maddie and Star. They told me to check the news, not come to school today and that I can live with them temporarily. Confused, I turned on the TV in our living room, eating a piece of toast in the process. Wendy Atkins from our local news station popped on screen with a serious look on her face.

"This just in, a middle aged man was arrested this morning for causing multiple bar fights last night and for molesting young teenaged girl. The man was identified as John Harley. John's wife died a few years ago and they had a daughter who......"

I quickly turned off the TV, closing my eyes, letting tears drop down my cheeks.
How could he do this to me?