My Cinderella Story (Be Mine Again)

Chapter 4

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I sat on the bathroom floor staring at my phone. Fifteen missed call and twenty texts from Christian since last night. Tears roll down my face endlessly and I didn't know if it was for the reason that my battered and bruised body ache painfully or because I missed out first hangout.

After regaining conscious from last night it was already midnight. I crawled my body down the hall and locked myself in my room. I didn't even bother to climb on the bed but just sat with my back against the door. I heard my phone beeping nonstop and knew it must have been Christian, but there was no way I would be able to talk to him now or maybe even ever. I stood him up and he must despise me now. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.

This morning I woke up and finally checked my phone and was shocked at the number of calls and text I had from him. What is going on here I wonder. Since when did he care so much about me. A lot of his texts were about being worried that something had happen to me and to give him a call right away. In fact, something did happened to me. Something that has been going on since the passing of my parents.

I always knew my step brother didn't like me, but he never once laid hands on me when my parents were alive. The abuse started simple, if that's even possible. Pushes turn into shoves and soon it was his fist. He is twenty-five but jobless, so often he takes money from me. I never told anyone about it, not even Jenny. I couldn't. I'm alone and he is the only family I have left. My parents wouldn't have wanted this. At least that was what I told myself every time. I'm afraid.

After crying my silent tears to myself, like I have been doing the past two years, I finally force myself off the ground and strip off my clothing. I exam my body and face. As always, my brother has avoided my face and only aim for my body. Only a few times would he hit me in the face. He knew better than to leave bruises to the public eye. Dark purple bruises are apparent all over my body against my pale skin.

Sighing I hop into the shower, letting the warm water hit my body calming my aches a little. After about 30 minutes I finally step out. Dressing my wounds carefully as best as I can, I put on a pair of sweatpants and a huge t-shirt and hopped on my bed. What I needed now was a good rest even though it's like 10 in the morning.

Just as I am about to drift off, loud poundings sounded at the front door scaring me wide awake.

He can't be back already? My heart races and my body start to shake in fear. I wasn't ready mentally and physically for another beating.

Pulling the covers over my head, I pretended to be asleep. Just then my phone ring loudly making me jump. Grabbing my phone, the name on the screen made my heart skip a beat. Christian.

Only then did I realize that the pounding on the door stopped. No way. It can't really be him at the door, can it?

I decided against answering the door and my phone letting it go to voicemail. A minute later my phone beeped with a text.

"Hey, I stopped by your house but I guess you weren't home. Call me okay? I'm really worried about you."

A tear rolls down my face that I didn't realize was there. Was he really worried about me? My heart ache that I was ignoring him but there was no way I can let him see me like this. I can't even talk to him in fear I might just break down. I don't even understand why I'm feeling this way about him. My brother must had hit me on the head after all.