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Chapter 2- Little Lies✔

*Warning- This chapter contains abusive scenes and language that may be depressing for some audiences*

I turned off the engine and stepped out, grabbing my things from the passenger seat. I closed the door and locked the car. Once I was on the house steps I took a deep breath and pushed the door open. There, I was met with an angry woman who I'm supposed to call my 'mother'.

"Why are you late?" She spat out slapping me across the face so hard it sent me flying across the room. I let out a small cry, the stinging sensation making it worse.

"I asked you. Why the fuck are you late?" She asked again getting annoyed at my silence.

I couldn't tell her I had detention and that I have it for the rest of the week too, because she would make an excuse to insult me and beat me until she felt I learned my lesson, so I lied.

"I was at the library. We started a project and it's for the rest of the week." I said.

"You piece of shit. If I find out you're lying to me, things won't be so good for you." She smirked. She pulled me up by my forearm harshly. I tried to pull away, but her grip was to strong.

"Go make us dinner." She demanded.

Cause you can't make it yourselves I thought.

"What did you say?" She asked.

Oh c'mon, second time today. Why does my mouth have a mind of it's self. Here comes my consequence.

"You don't talk to me like that and to teach a lesson, you'll get what you deserve." She smirked. Freedom. I deserve freedom.

I close my eyes waiting for the stinging sensation to fill my face, but it never did. I opened my eyes just in time to see her taking out the whip. Not the whip. I hate that thing, it hurts like a motherfucker.

"Please. No. I'm sorry." I pleaded.

"Too late for that. Now how many five or six. No, I think eight will do." She said.

I didn't have time to cover my face or any other place because I felt it whip against my skin hitting me right in the back, then my face, my thighs, and my arms. They were more than eight. I felt my whole body burn in anger and pain. I couldn't stand up.

She cupped my face with her left hand making me look into her eyes.

"I hope you learned your lesson, now go up stairs and stay there. You're skipping dinner." She spat in my face. I cringed in disgust. She patted my right cheek hard and I got up with all the force I could and I made my way upstairs grabbing my book bag on the way.

I stepped inside my room slamming the door behind me. I threw myself on the bed and cried. I cried for every
One and everything. Why? Why did I have to get adopted by such cruel monsters? I did nothing to them. I cried for what seemed forever. I punched the wall making a small crack. I felt my knuckles burn and the pain shot up my left arm. Soon enough my cries died down and I fell into a deep slumber.

I woke up to the front door slamming shut. My eyes shot open and I blinked a couple of times to adjust to the lighting coming out of my bedroom window. The world is so light and happy, why can't I be?

I sat up taking in my surroundings. The usual bathroom across my bed three feet away from each other. My bed on the far right corner next to the window. My closet to the left of the bathroom and on the upper left side of the room was my desk. The walls were painted white, but the paint is starting to peel off. 

I walked into the bathroom and stripped my clothes off. I stepped into the shower and turned the knob to the left, welcoming me with cold water which I needed to wake me up. As the water hit my skin I clenched my teeth because of how it burned my injuries from last night. I probably fell asleep around 8 or 9.