Haru Haru

day one ~ Part 2

Gathering the couple of books I needed to take home with me that night I shut my locker and headed towards 'home' which at the moment happened to be the not so lovely Mr. and Mrs. Sevol. They have been my foster parents for about 3 months now and are not afraid to show that they house me simply for the money they get from it.  Unlocking the door and stepping into the slightly disheveled house, I slipped off my shoes and headed to my room, setting my bag down and collapsing on the floor in front of the heater I stripped off my still damp hoodie and put it on the floor beside the vent.

I figured it would be easier to just take a shower now because of being in wet clothing all day, and not feeling to good because of it. Healed and re-healed breaks new or old get achy in the cold and after spending several hours that way, I was going to track down pain killers in the medicine cabinet while I was in there. I grabbed a clean change of clothes and my towel making my way to the bathroom. Once inside the locked room, I started to run the hot water since it took a bit for it to reach the second floor and then took off the rest of my clothing.  Staring down at my body, I took into account all of the marks on it. 

A blue and starting to turn green starting to heal bruise covers the mass of the right side of my rib cage highlighting the now healed scars on my stomach. My legs were only slightly better, the bruises were more healed and smaller, except the scars there were more and there were many still healing scabbed over cuts. My arms had a bruise still evidently in the shape of a hand print nearer to my wrist on my right, but only a couple smaller bruises showed still higher up on my left, however the most of what was on both of my arms were scars and cuts of my own doing. After taking into account my injuries I checked and was pleased to find that the water was finally hot and got in. When I made it back to my room dressed in a pair of old sweats and a long sleeve thermal I started on my homework, at least attempted to. 

An hour in I heard the door slam and knew Mr. Sevol was home, dreading him drinking tonight, my fear was only justified when I heard the fridge close shortly after. Attempting to hurry though my homework but realizing that I didn't much like Calculus so would rather just not do it, I closed my book. I had my homework done, for the most part, glancing at the clock It was about 6:30.

Being scared of how  I might find Mr. Sevol I weighed my odds of if I was more thirsty or if I should just stay in the safety of my room. After pondering and realizing I haven't really drank anything all day, I take a deep breath and quietly made my way downstairs to the kitchen. When I had managed to have safely gotten a drink and turned to leave, I though I was going to be in the clear to sneak back upstairs. Unfortunately, when I turned around I found Mr. Sevol about 2 feet from me looking rather drunk and angry. Trying to side step around him, he just grabbed my arm in the same spot as always, right on top of the bruise that was almost healed just remaining the small spots now.  I tried not to wince but I think he noticed. 

"Oh look, the bitch finally left her room, probably for nothing important though." was how he started, "Did you clean anything you worthless whore while you were down here, Laura hasn't cleaned in a while, so now you need to do it."

 Laura was his wife and has been working late on a project recently at work. Although if you ask me, sometimes I think she just doesn't like being around him either. With a hard slap across my face, that I know will bruise by tomorrow, I glared up at the man. He didn't take kindly to it however, so he punched me over and over in the ribs, pining me against the island in the kitchen. My back dug into the knob and sharp corner on the drawer. I cried out that time, of course he only laughed and sent a kick to my side after I had fallen to the floor. Sucking in a deep breath against the searing pain and pop I had heard. Picking me up by my shoulders, I fell sideways as he shoved my against the counter top edge repeatedly once he realized that he could do it. Everything started going blurry at first, another shove, things started to become darker, another hit to my face the next time and things started fading very quickly. I remember 2 more hits and then nothing.