The Actress

With a nervous feeling in my stomach, I smile brightly at the mirror. The girl smiling back at me luckily doesn't look like a girl at all. She has small breasts, almost nothing, not very much curves and her hair is as short as a boy's hair. My smile turns into a smirk. Perfect for my plan.

I quickly turn around and grab the clothes that I teed on my bed. They smell nice and fresh, the deep spicy scent you only find on new clothes. Not having anyone to lend it from, I had to spend my last money to buy these, making me practically broke now. A plus is that the red boys short, which reaches my knees, and the nice striped tshirt, also for boys, are perfectly fitting, which they probably wouldn't have if I'd lent it from a real boy.

Satisfied with the soft fabric touching my skin, I bend down to finish my look with some white Allstars. Then I look contently back at my reflection in the mirror. I only need to fix my hair in some presentable way and it'll be perfect.

With that thought in my head I walk to the bathroom and grab the large tube of gel which I bought a few days ago. I'm going for the windswept look, I think a quiff doesn't look very good on me. Or it does but I'm just to lazy to put that much effort in this. Windswept is good enough for me.

When I'm finished, I take a few steps back and look at the big picture of my creation. Maybe my eyelashes are a bit too long, and my lips too plump, but there are a lot of girlish looking boys. I'm confident it'll hold. So I'm ready.

Ready for what? What was I doing again? A lazy grin spreads on my face: my auditions of course. I've always wanted to become an actress, not because I want to be famous, but because acting is my life. Unfortunately the last places in the theatre school are for boys only. They've enough girls or something like that, want an equal share of boys and girls. Whatever. It's fine by me. People have always told me I was tomboyish.

The grin still prominent on my face, I walk downstairs and take some breakfast. My father is still sleeping on the couch, exactly where I left him, so if I'm quick, I can sneak out without him noticing. Having my mind set on that, I quickly grab my stuff and walk towards the door.

When I however put my hand in my pocket to check if my keys are still there, my eyes widen in shock. Shit! This doesn't feel right, these are.. Fuck, wrong keys! Quickly I run back to the living room just in time to see my father waking up. No problem, I can still make it in time, can I? Where are the keys? Where are that damned keys?

After a few heated minutes of searching, my heart fluttering against my chest like a bird that wants to break free, I finally find them in the fridge, nice place, and creep silently to the door. When I creep past the couch I notice however that my dad isn't there anymore. Shit, where's he? Hopefully not by or close to the door.

When I see the empty hall before me, I let out a soft sigh and wipe the sweat with my left hand off my forehead. Then I run the last few meters to the door, until I suddenly freeze.

How did that dirty footsteps appear on the ground?

With a heavy weight taking place on my chest, I take a few careful steps back to inspect the footsteps, but before I realize what's happening I bump into something soft. Oh no, you don't say....Oh shit! Just when my reflexes start working and I'm thus about to run for my life, I feel one very big hand roughly grab my arm, and when I quickly twirl around I find myself face to face with my father. He grins when he notices my fear.

"And where are YOU going?" He says, sounding a little bit drunk. Drunk? This early? I shrug.

"I-I'm going to school..." I stutter, trying to look him in his eyes, but I can't bear his glance. My father laughs.

"It's summer holiday, I'm not stupid. So where are you really going? And why are you dressed like this?"

I wrestle in his grip, trying to break free, but it doesn't help, he's too strong. "It's true! I'm going to school!" I scream, and I feel panic taking control of my body when I see my father raise his hand, a empty beer bottle in his hand. I've just enough time to cover my face as good as possible with my free arm, and the following moment I'm fully hit by the bottle, with such a force that my arm hits my face with a hard smack. The bottle breaks and I feel pieces of glass pierce in my arm and face. I feel tears streaming down my face and I look disbelieving at my bleeding arm.

"Don't lie to me!" My father yells, and he reaches with his hand in his back pocket. "Now where are you going?"

I look up at him in horror and see he has a knife in his hand. My knees feel week and I fight the urge to fall down on my knees and plead. I shiver.

"I'm going to a friend, daddy," I lie smoothly, hopefully preventing myself from other harm. My father laughs roaring and throws my at the ground, which I hit with a muffled thump.

"Well go! And don't you dare to ever come back, you whore! Or I'll kill you. And all your little friends."

I look at him in disbelief when he kicks me a last time in my ribs before walking away. He didn't say that. He didn't. He just didn't.

In a trance I rise to my feet and I slowly walk to my room to pack my dearest possessions in my suitcase. Than I slowly walk downstairs again. When I peek into the living room, I see my father drinking and watching TV as if there's no tomorrow. I sigh and walk to the door, open it, and leave.

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I don't know if I'm satisfied with this chapter, but yeah... Don't really have time to change it right now so I'll just have to stick with it.. Hope you enjoy it :)