A new life

Chapter 1

Laila's POV

He hit me right on my ribs.

"You need to stop spending your fucking money on makeup and clothes. You should be giving it to your family."

"But I earned it." I whispered while I was on the ground.

"Well your mom and I made you, so you better start payin up you little shit." He screamed in my ear. He walked out of my room and slammed the door.

I got up I squealed when I got up. The pain on my ribs was throbbing.

I walked to my mirror and lifted up my white shirt. There was blood stains were he hit me. I saw a huge gash right under my boob, where he hit me. It was bloody and was already bruising.

I opened up a draw in my falling apart dresser, I pulled out a bandage and rapped it around me to soak up the blood. Just then my phone rang.

"Hello" i said
"Hi is this Laila?" A woman with a sweet voice asked.
"Yeah can I help you with something?" I replied
"I was your ad for babysitting and was wondering if you could watch my 6 year old daughter on Saturday night?" She asked very kindly.
I had plans with my best friend Victoria, but I knew she would understand.
"Sure what time?"
"5-8"
She gave me her address and we squad goodbye.

I texted Victoria with my crappy old android. As always she understood.

She has been my best friend for many years. She's the only person that knows that my parents abuse me, she has offered me a room in her house, but I'm my parents only source of money and other than my moms very crappy, minimum wage job, so they always say no. Other than me getting my parents money, they don't give a shit about me. My dad stays home and gets drunk everyday anyways.

Saturday night

It's Saturday night and I'm just got out of the shower when I heard it.

"Laila, who the fuck gave you permission to take a shower?" My psycho mom shouted while bursting open the door to my room.

"I told you I was taking a shower and you said okay." I said with anger in my voice.

"You little bitch, you knew I needed that hot water!" She shouted. And before I could say anything she slapped me across my face and left.

My face stung, but I never cried when my family hurt me so I wouldn't show weakness. After the stinging started fading away, I put on my makeup and chose a appropriate outfit. I was ready to go babysit.