The lives of two halves

Chapter 3:

(Gwen's POV)

I wake up to my alarm going off. I snatch it out the wall and it dings and turns off. I throw it and then roll over and lay there a few more minutes. I hear feet coming down the hall way but ignore, then my door is slammed open. I jump up and then I get hit in the face and sent to the ground.

"What the fuck did you throw?!" Jack yells at me.

"What the hell is your problem!?" I yell as he grabs my shirt and throws me, ripping it in the process. I scream as I get up and try to run from him. He grabs my hair this time and yanks and throws me once again to the floor. This time I lay there not moving as Jack kicks my rib cage.

"If I hear one more god damned thing being thrown I will throw you!"

"Y-You already have......."

"WHAT?!"

"Nothing......"

"I thought so!! get ready for school." He yells slash talks as he turns and walks out. He goes to work at 8, the same time I leave to walk to school. I don't ride the bus because not only do I get treated this way at home but also at school.

I push myself to stand up and walk my way to my dresser. I pull out clothes, black skinny jeans and a baggy sweater and a spaghetti strap tank top, I then pull out my hat and then make my way to my bathroom. When I get in there I change and then brush my hair and teeth. Then I put on my hat and go back to my room for socks and my converse. I put on my socks then my shoes, then stand and grab my messenger bag. I throw it over my shoulder and walk out my room closing my door.

I walk to the kitchen and fix me a piece of toast, then head out the door before Jack can get his damned hands on me. I walk to the side walk and start walking down the road when a car pull up beside me. It's Duncan.

"Come on Gwen, please get in."

"No......" I say looking down at the cracks in the sidewalk, and continuing to walk.

"Please, Gwen come on just this one d-"

"No!" I stop as I yell at him, the car stops and then I hear a door close. When I look he is walking to me. Then his warm, tender, caring arms are around me, holding me close as though to never let me go. I melt into his arms feeling safe and secure.

"Now will you please let me drive you to school?"

"Yes......."

"Thank you." he helps me into the car and I buckle in as he makes his way to the driver side. When he gets in he sits there.

"He hit you again... Didn't he? you cut again....Didn't you....."

"no..."

"Gwen don't lie! You  have new bruises and more bracelets on!..... please don't lie to me.......Did he hit you again, and did you cut?"

"Yes......But Duncan, please don't get involved... I can-"

"Do not even say you can handle this! because Gwen I have known you since kindergarten and every time something like this happens, you resort to the cutting again. He has hit you for to long, and caused you to much problems. They are not your real parents! They can't be and I-" I cut him off  by slapping him.

"DUNCAN! Please just shut up! I don't want to hear this bullshit again. Do you not think I have thought they were foster parents......But in two weeks I will be eighteen and moved out of the hell hole! I have lived there since I can remember! I will move out in two weeks!" I yell, as soon as I am done speaking I turn my head and look out the window.

"I would like to go to school now..." as I say that he starts the car and he drives. We sit in silence as he drives to school. When we get there he parks his car and I hop out. I grab my bag and head to class as the first bell rings. Duncan usually walks with me but I just hope today him, and everyone else, leave me alone. But I have 2-4 period with Christy, and I know she won't leave me alone.

I walk into the school only to met Christy.

"Hey chicka.... how are you feeling today?" She says walking to me to giving me a hug.

"I'm fine........Look I'm going to class, ill see you second period...."

 I walk away from her and head to class, I walk through the door of the class room and go to my seat and sit down. Once I am seated I pull out my journal and start writing in it. I mostly write horror and beating stories. Ones that relate to me. It's maybe thirty minutes into class when my teacher calls my name.

"GWEN! Pay attention please..."

The class lets out little giggles and laughs. And I look up from my journal at the teacher at the black board, yeah we still have black boards, schools way to cheap. The teachers voice is calm and irritated at the same time.

"Come up here and solve this problem."

"And if I refuse?" I say plainly sharp.

"Then you have not only detention and discipline but also you will still have to  do this problem, only a thousand times."

I sigh because I know that this school has yet to shun the beating of a child. Because in this schools eyes it is still discipline. So as a rule they will not get rid of it. I huff and stand, walking to the board I grab the chalk from the teacher, fix my red baggy hat and do the problem on the bored, soon to realize, this problem is unsolvable. There is no way to solve it.

"Um..." I look to the teacher and she gives me  a look.

"Aw is it to hard for your small brain to comprehend?"

I give a low mumbling growl to her snarky ass comment, and then answer her. "No I think it's to smart for your dumb ass brain to register. Because either you wrote this problem down wrong or you're plain stupid.... Because it's unsolvable..." I turn around lay the chalk down and walk back to my seat, pack up my things and head for the door. When I get to the door she hand me a pink slip. I huff and walk out heading straight for the principal office.

I get to the door and knock, a mans voice says 'come in' from the other side. I sigh and open the door and walk in.

"Have a seat..."

Principal Richard  gives me a lecture and then he tells me to stand. Here comes the discipline. I stand and he tells me to turn around then like thunder clapping in the distance comes the wooden plank. He hits me repeatedly and then when I can't take anymore I hit my knees and as I go down the board strikes my back and I go to tears. But with my tear comes no sobbing. I stay on my knees waiting for another blow but it doesn't come. The tears stop and I wipe my face as I stand again then I turn and see Richards at his desk. Writing.

"You may leave now Gwen, Oh and your parents have been called... They are waiting outside for you."

I feel sadness and depression over whelm my body. I walk to the chair I was sitting in and pick up my book bag and walk out the office. I walk out the front doors of the school and see the black tinted windows on the jeep grand Cherokee, sitting parked in front of me. My head goes down as I walk. I am soon to be a prisoner for the rest of the night.