T.E.E.N.E.D

Chapter 1

 I laid in bed that morning, I didn't want to get up. I knew what was waiting for me anyway, my daily beating from my loving mother. She hates me, she hates me because i'm not my sister, my sister Katt. She hates me because it's my fault my father died, even though he had cancer and died of it, not because of me, but whatever, it's all those shitty drugs she's on. One day she's going to overdose and i'm not going to give a care. I'd be really happy, for the past five years it's been the same, get beat up and go to school. I wish I was with my sister, she's in France on a two year school trip, she's supposed to be back soon then hopefully my mom will reduce beating me. My sister usually distracts my mom from beating me, but since she left there's no one here. And it sucks.

"Get up you little shit! If you're not out here in five minutes i'll beat you extra hard today." She wasn't kidding, she usually gives me a few punches and kicks, and I end up with a few scars, but when she says "Extra hard" that means she'll get me on the floor unconscious and leave me there.

I slowly got up, I was still in pain from yesterdays beating, there's no way i'm hiding this one from my best friend, Rosie. She's the only one who knows that my mom beats me, she's attempted to tell someone but I tell her not to. She's all I have left. And i'd get sent to foster care -- Worse than that my aunt's house. She's the rich bitch in the family. She's never cared about any of us.

I got dressed, black t-shirt, black glove on my right hand, black Capri's and converse. I went over to the mirror and looked at myself for a long few seconds and applied make-up over the scars I had gotten the night before. I put my hair up in a ponytail and sighed. I walked out of my room to find my mom waiting for me with that normal pissed off look of hers.

"What the hell were you doing in there? You fucking snail." I feel like she was drunk. I could smell alcohol on her breath. "Sorry mom.. I-" "I don't want to hear it, okay? I have something to ask you." I was confused, she should be beating me right now. "That little rat of yours told me that you have some kind of party to go to tonight?" She was referring to my best friend. "She's not a rat mom.." "Well she looks like one! That's not what I was going to ask you, i'll let you go, but your ass better be back here at ten or there will be huge consequences." Now I was really confused. She never would've brought this up, I shouldn't be able to go. She probably wants me out of the house. "Let's get this beating going, you've already made me late for work." Shit. That was the last thing I wanted to do, here comes the extra hard beating.

I did what I usually had to do, I knelled on the ground and she laughed as she began kicking me, I closed my eyes and clenched my hands in a fist. I pictured my dad, he was my hero, he was the only thing keeping me sane, knowing he was watching over me kept me from doing things to myself I shouldn't do. I felt a hard punch, my nose started to bleed. She began to laugh some more. She threw something at me, I couldn't make out what it was, it came at me really fast, but it felt really heavy. I felt something scratch on my face, that'll leave a few marks on my face. Great. My mom kicked me one last time, I was already on the ground. I felt weaker than before. I decided to close my eyes and rest for awhile. I didn't want to get up. I'll go to school late and give them the usual excuse that I slept in late.

"Worthless." She walked out of the door and I closed my eyes and let out one tear, then the next few hours were just... quiet.

When I got up it was about eleven. School got out at three, but I figued I should go or Rosie would call the police or something. By the time I got to school they were in passing period to go to fourth period. I was at my locker when Rosie saw me.

"Again, right? Your mom beat you till' you were unconscious." She was so persistant about these things, she acts like it's never happened before. "Yes, Rosie, but I'm fine now." "God! What if she ends up killing you, or you end up going into a coma. Cece, you can't just let her do this to you!" "I know! I know! But, there's nothing I can do, Katt isn't here to protect me and it's not like I can just go up to someone and say "hey my mom is beating me." No, I can't." I did sound a bit rude, but she gives me this speech everyday. "But Ce-" "Please, no. We're going to be late to history. Come on."