Under The Scars

Chapter 2~'Hallway Jerk'

"You know maybe if you weren't so ugly and selfish you re mother wouldn't have left you" taunted Mark in a sneering voice .
"Maybe you re stupid mother wouldn't have left" he rubbed in my face.

I knew I couldn't cry, crying just gets him more riled up, and makes him feel powerful over me.

I don't ever want him to feel power over me. Too bad that's not the case.

A year threatens to fall but I don't let it. Holding back a sob I take deep breaths.

A last slap on the cheek and I'm out like a light , feeling the familiarness off being lost in my own mind.

Just waiting to come back to this horrific world I wish I could just get out of.

I know that's not what my father would want though.
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An hour later and a light hit my eyes blinding me, and I fumbled up the stairs.

I slid into the bed painfully, and that's when I let it all out. The tears I hold for days or months on end.

No stop to them, the horrific events of my father, or should I say Mark embroidered in my mind.

Never leaving but staying to haunt me.

I rubbed my sore face and shut my eyes hoping for an ounce of sleep.

Sleep met me for minute or two, but all I could see was a hand coming to hit me over and over again.

I pulled my knees to my chest wiping my dark auburn hair out of my green eyes.

The sunlight already shining through my window.

Seeing as I didn't get any sleep. I shivered, pulling the covers off me.

Getting ready for school I grabbed my backpack and walked out the door, knowing very well if I grab anything to eat all Mark will do is call me a sick pig.

And then he'd make snotty remarks about how I'm fat.

I know being 115 pounds isn't heavy, but when you get called fat every single day of you're life, you kinda start to believe it too.

I walked the sidewalk, rushing as fast as I could to school.

Honestly as much as I hate homework, I'll do it.

Anything is better than being at home with Him.

I pushed open the door, slipping through the crowed hallway.

Wanting to stay out of everybody's way.

Of course that didn't work how I wanted it to.

I knocked into someone sending me to the floor, but not whatever wall I walked into.

I looked up to see a 6'0 boy with dark black hair and cobablt blue eyes glaring at me.

I sank back in fear as his deep voice radiated through me.

"Stay out of my way nerd" he rumbled.

I nodded head looking down at my hands.

I wouldn't be that scared but living with Mark, who beats me to a pulp any chance he gets, you would be afraid Too.

He walked past me with one last glare sent my way.

I stood up slowly paying attention so I don't end up in anyone else's way.

I scurried off to my locker, grabbing everything I need

Heading off to history, I walked into class waiting for the hours of torture that lie ahead to end.

Around 1:30, when I was in English class, a big bang sounded through the room

And there walks I the bad boy Owen, or aka 'hallway jerk'.

I looked down at my desk not Wanting to meet eyes, because honestly he did scare me.

Right now in class we were doing group projects so I didn't have a partner because I never do.

But the teacher just decided to hate me even more by place guess who right next to me.

He glared at me but sat down next to me anyway.

He took one more look at me before looking down at his phone and ignoring me.

Wow so nice right, note the sarcasm there .

I finished filling out the packet due in class before fleeing out of the room faster than everyone else just Wanting to get out of this place.

I took off to my free hour, and sat ouside feeling
The sun rays hit me and I just rested there as if the sun rays could make all my scars disappear and make me beautiful.

I rubbed my baggy tired eyes and rung my hands together trying to get warm

It was fall and getting cold but Mark never thought to buy me any jacket.

I have a job, but who do you think pays the bills. Me.

Even if I were to stop paying them my father would beat me till I was in the brink of life and death because of the fact that he knows he has power over me

As hard as I get not to show weakness I still can't help the fact that maybe it was my fault my mother left.
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I rumpled up the piece of scrap paper tossing it in the bin before leaving out of the school.

Schools done and I have to go home to that person I used to call father.

If only I had someone to really care about me.

But that's not ever going to happen because of the fact that I'm ugly and fat and nobody would ever want  to help me

I grabbed my backpack and set it quietly on the floor before tip toing to the kitchen to make dinner.

And the cycle starts over again

The same thing I do. Every day.

Every single day.

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Look I know I'm sorry I haven t wrote in a while. But this is a really longgg chapter. I promise I will write again soon. Schools almost out though and I have exams coming up. Sorry.
Thank you my loves
~Addy~