The Wall

Nightmares

     "Get the hell over here Charlotte," he exclaimed. "Don't you know how to do anything right these days" "I'm sorry I'll try to do better!! I promise..." Then I felt horrendous pain. Everywhere it just wouldn't stop. He wasn't stopping he just kept hitting and hitting... All I felt was pain everywhere and I was tasting my blood. I was going to die I just knew it.
     He all of a sudden stopped and I heard his footsteps growing fainter by the second. He was gone. He left me here. I started to cry and it started out as a whisper but then I was crying my eyes out. He hates when I do that, but since he left I can do whatever I want to do. Then all of a sudden I heard the keys and yelling. I see his shadow growing as he comes closer to me but there is an object in his hand. "Shut up Charlotte I don't want the neighbors to hear you!! All you did was ruin my life and I want you out of here I can't stand seeing you everyday!!" Then I heard a gunshot and before you knew it there was a puddle of blood surrounding me...
     I woke up with tears in my eyes, but I had to keep it down. If my parents ever woke up because of me I would be in big trouble. They honestly don't give a damn that I was abused by my so called hero. They were the reason I left with him. I couldn't stand being in this house everyday. They didn't even care that there 16 year old daughter left with an 18 year old man. They wanted me gone so I just granted their wish.
     You should've saw there faces when I returned. The cops couldn't see through there fake smiles and cheerfulness. Right when they left though my dad decided to punch me in the eye while my mother laughed like a frog dying slowly. You might think I'm over exaggerating when I say my life is a living hell, but you better believe I rather be in hell then here. I start school in a few days too so they're not going to be hitting me in places where people can see.
     You may be wondering why I haven't told the police about my mom and dad. Well you see I've tried but my mother and father are like the most beloved couple in our town. How could some one as "sweet" as they are hurt there child. They put on angel faces for the world to see but when I'm alone all I can see is the devil in the two of them. Oh and the bruises why don't I show them the bruises. Doesn't work and doesn't help they just say I fell cause I'm so clumsy and when we get back home I get the beaten of a life time.
     "Why the FUCK are you still in bed I need my breakfast made or do you want to make that eye worse than it is. Maybe it can have a little twin of it's own on the other side." Fuck his stupid little twisted humor it wasn't funny yet he's laughing. Lord what did I do to deserve this hatred.
A/N
Hey I know it took me honestly forever to post a second chapter I just wasn't confident on the book, but I decided what's there to lose. By the way In my writing I posted that you shouldn't go and ask somebody for help when you are getting abused, but I ask you to please tell someone cause someone will help you. This is fictional and nothing to do with my life either I just think it's an interesting topic... Thanks for reading so far