Calla's P.O.V.
I can feel blood running down the side of my face as my father hits me again right under the eye. I fall to the ground and he starts kicking my stomach until he is satisfied. I whimper as I try to stand up. I slowly make it up the stairs wincing every time I took a breath.
I think one of my ribs may be broken. I walk into my room then to my bathroom to see the damage. One of my eyes are already swollen and bruised. My lip is split in two places and I have a cut below my left eye and one above my right.
I grab the first aid kit and get to work with washing the blood away and cleaning the cuts. Once done I lift up my shirt and check my stomach. There's bruises covering every inch of my torso. I turn around so my back and see a real big one forming at the bottom close to my hip.
I let out a shaky sigh and slowly and carefully drop my shirt. I suck in a breath when my fingers brush the bruise on my stomach. I shut the light off and head back to my room. I shut and lock my door and hopefully I can get some sleep.
I grab my phone off my desk while slowly sitting down so I can feel as less pain as possible. I turn on my alarm and set it back down on my desk.
I crawl under my blankets and close my eyes willing sleep to take me away from this world.
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My alarm goes off so I get up and shut it off. I head into my bathroom and start the shower before hopping in. I flinch right when the water touches my skin. Once done I get out and wrap a towel around myself and head to my room.
I throw on a pair of black skinny's and a BVB shirt with my black leather jacket over it. I slip on my black vans and head downstairs. I grab my beanie off the table before heading out the door to school. HIM is usually at work around this time.
It is the only time I can do things without getting hit for it. I have been abused by him ever since my mom died of cancer six years ago. Everyone in this family hates me besides my mom's' sister I get to see once in awhile. She doesn't know what HIM does to me. So I try to stay out of the house as much as possible but sometimes it doesn't work.
I don't live that far from school, probably a good mile or so. I put in my earbuds and start listening to BVB Savior. I hum along to my songs until I reach the school. I put my phone away and make my way inside this wonderful hell hole that I love so much. Note the sarcasm.
I head inside the school and head straight for my locker. I have no friends or anything. Everyone tries to stay away from me as much as possible, like I have some disease. I get bullied a lot at school too. I opened my locker and grabbed my things for the first half the the school day. I have honors English first which to be honest is one of my favorite classes. Classes go by pretty swiftly threw out the day. Soon enough it's lunchtime.HIM says I'm not allowed to eat so I'm pretty skinny to the bone.
The hard thing about it is that I was HIMs little princess at one time in my life. It's painful to see that he has changed so much after watching his wife die. Yes it may have took a toll on him but he isn't the only one who loved mom. I am an only child so I'm the only one who needs to suffer his drunken, abusive state all the time.
I walk outside to the big tree and climb up it so I'm on the highest branch. I like coming all the way up here. It makes me feel free even though I know I'm not. I sit up on the branch for a little longer thinking of ways of not coming home tonight. There is a pretty good chance that HIM would be drunk when he comes home and I really don't want to beat today. I'm still healing from last night!
My eye is still swollen but not as bad but my ribs, stomach, back,hips, and the rest of my body are still bruised and hurting.
"Miss." Someone says taking me out of my thoughts. I turn my head toward the ground. There staring right up at me was a boy around my age or a little older. He was probably a little taller than six feet. He had jet black hair that covered his bright green eyes. A very tall and lean body with some muscles layering his peer white skin. He was a sight to look at. I traveled my gaze to his face. Big mistake! He had high cheekbones and a strong jaw.
"Yes?" I say to him just only above a whisper. I can't really talk out loud because I lost my voice from screaming at HIM last night to stop and from the pain.
"What are you doing up in a tree?" He asks with curiosity. I study him before answering.
"It's peaceful up here. Are you new here?" I ask. I haven't seen him around but I normally don't pay attention to the kids here so I might be wrong and that would be embarrassing.
"Yeah, I just moved here a couple days ago and started school today. Do you mind if I joined you?" I thought about it for a second but then nodded my head. He started climbing his way up the tree till he rested right next to me on the branch I was sitting on.
"What is your name?" He asks me once he is situated comfortably on the tree branch.
"Calla. What is yours?" I turn and look at him awaiting his response.
"Sean." He gives me a small smile that I can't help but return. We sat up there in silence till the bell rang signaling the end of lunch period. Once we were out of the tree I waved good bye to him as he went to the left wing where I went to the right to head on to chemistry. He was probably going to shop or something.
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The bell rings telling all of the students it's the end of the day and the weekend. Ugh! I still have nowhere to go to try and stay away from my house and away from HIM. Yep I'm gonna start calling him HIM. I know how some people say 'Hey why didn't you tell anyone', but some people can't (me) because they are afraid (me) that something bad would come out of it.
I drop my things off at my locker. I shake my head trying to clear the unwanted thoughts. I decided I was going to head off to the park by the woods.
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