Beating it all(on hold)

Chapter 3

A/N I realized that in the second chapter andrew said ill pick you up from school tomorrow, Well he said that on a saturday so i had to go back and change the chapter some. so i did do editing on my first and second chapter. If you have any suggestions for this chapter or any others for the previous please let me know.

I woke up in the morning aching all over and with a terrible headache. Ugh, I don't want to move, I thought, while grimacing in pain. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 8 am, and knew that I had to get up soon before my father came looking for me.

"SANDRA! GET YOUR LAZY ASS OUT OF BED AND DOWNSTAIRS IN 10 MINS" speak of the fucking devil I thought bitterly.

"Yes, Daddy" I yelled back. I got up trying to the ignore the pain and got ready for the day ahead of me. I had to somehow convince my father to let me go back to Janie's for a few hours. I had no clue how though. Maybe if I told him it was to study and that I would be back by 4 like andrew suggested He would let me go. That would give me 8 hrs with Andrew and Janie. I finished getting ready. I wore a long sleeved black shirt with a broken heart on the front to cover the bruises on my arms and dark blue skinny jeans. I put on my black flats with red hearts with wings on them and then headed downstairs for breakfast. When i got to the kitchen i noticed that my mom and father were at the table. My mom's eyes were red like she had been crying, she had unshed tears in her eyes, and her cheek, which was already bruised, was turning a dark color. I sighed to myself and thought, great hes already started and its only 8.

"Good morning, Sandra." My father said.

"Good morning, Daddy. How are you this morning."

"I'm fucking great. I trust you won't act like your mother today, right? We don't want to have a repeat of yesterday, now do we?" He said with a smirk on his face.

"I'll behave today, Daddy." I promised.

"Good girl. I don't want to have to put anymore ugly marks on that beautiful body and face." he said while grinning. I looked down at the table and began eating. I hated when he said things like that. I never answered him when he talked like that or looked at him. I just couldn't, I've learned that if I said anything he would say more and make me feel disgusting.

"You know, You look just like your mother when she was your age. She used to be beautiful like you. Now shes fat and ugly. You better not turn out like that. She was and still is a whore and that what happens when you are a fucking whore." I didn't respond. I knew my mom has never been with anyone other than my father but you couldn't tell my father that. No, he'd beat his lies into you if you told him that. A little bit later I heard the door open and close. My brother, Mitch, walked into the kitchen. He has blonde hair and blue eyes. He protects me the best he can when he is home.

"Good morning everyone!" He said cheerfully while walking to the fridge.

"Good morning Mitch" I mumbled. He stopped in mid-step and finally looked at the table. He saw our mom and a pissed off expression came on his face. Then he looked at me, saw the bruise on my face from our father back-handing me, and a dark look came onto his face when he turned his gaze to our father.

"Father, May I take Sandra out today?" he questioned.

"Of course, Mitch. I know she will behave with you. You won't let her do anything bad, now would you, my boy?"

"never father."

"Good boy. I always knew you would be the good one." our father said smiling. "now where were you last night, boy? out fucking some random girl?" He always asked that when Mitch came home. Mitch hated it when he asked that though. He didn't want to be like our father. He wanted to be everything but our father. So he didn't sleep around like my father did, he never laid a hand on a girl, and he respects us.