SECRETS ~H.S

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I pulled a strand of hair behind my ear. "May I help you?" I furrowed my eyebrows at the stranger.

"I would like to apologize for almost making you drop your precious camera." He wickedly grinned.

"I would like to apologize on behalf of you, for that sarcastic apology," I raised my eyebrows now.

"I already feel tension between us." He replied while leaning on a book shelf directly across from me.

I followed his movements, especially the way his fingers would fidget in such a short time. His whole right hand was full of black ink. Random tattoos.

"Likewise," I replied and looked down at my book.

"If I were you, I would be careful when you walk back home today." The green eyed stranger stated, which made me quickly look in his direction. His wicked grin appeared on his face again.

"Is that suppose to scare me?" I replied while glaring at him.

He brought his right inked hand up to his lips and started tugging at his black lip ring. He quickly raised an eyebrow towards me.

"Trying to be tough now aren't we?" He glared harder.

I felt scared as he did this action and looked down for a moment. When I lifted my head up once again, he had kept that same face, as if it were super glued to him.

"So is thi-" I started to say but the stranger interrupted me.

"Be careful out there," he says wickedly while walking backwards. His voice sounded like venom going through my veins.

He turns to face the right way and my heart starts to race like a motor. I bite my lip trying to calm the sudden nerves that have washed over me.

Who does that guy think he is anyways? Telling me to be careful.

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The hours have gone by quickly now. I've read the rest of the book in my hands and notice the sun setting through the clear glass window in the front of the store.

I stand to my feet, and place the book back where it is suppose to be. I head toward the stores door while quickly stepping out and head toward my house.

Along the way I snap a few pictures of the sunset, and take my time before I reach my destination .

Once I walked onto the grass of the hell hole, my heart rate quickens which each beat. Cautiously, I look through the window by the front door to see if they are home.

I saw no sign of them and quickly went inside, relief washing over me. Just as I shut the front door, I hear footsteps from the hallway. My breathing hitched in my throat, and my whole body starts to shake in fear.

"Well, look who is home. My piece of shit daughter" I hear the man say.

His figure slowly walks towards me and I quickly turn towards the door but the man beat me too it.

"Where do you think your going young lady? We aren't finished here"

With that being said, he punches me across my face, right where my ocean wave bruise lays.

The man pushes me towards the wood floor and a tear slips out from my right eye. He grabs my chin harshly while throwing a blow towards my right eye.

"Stop" I scream at the top of my lungs and try to shove him off of me.

"Shut . Up . People . Will . Hear" The man pauses between the words while throwing blow after blow towards my face.

He punches me more, and starts to stomp on my body, as if he was an elephant. I feel so numb that my eyes start to slowly close as he takes his last stomp towards my face.

I see his blurry figure stand up and walk towards the front door. He pauses, slicks his hair back, and exits the house.

I feel the blood streaming down my face, I feel the bruises forming, but can't feel anything else.

Panting heavily, I lay there while hot tears stream down my face, mixing with the blood. I punch the floor and scream multiple times. "Why me!"

My body feels like it is glued to the floor but I slowly I move my weak limbs. My whole body is shaking as I carefully lift it off the floor. My feet meet the ground and I feel like collapsing over.

I walk slowly like an elderly person towards my room and lock it behind me.

I head towards the bathroom inside my room and wash my face off, but don't dare to look at it once, as I wash it. I don't want to see the new damage yet.

I walked out of my bathroom slowly and lay on my bed. Familiar wetness begins to slip from my eyes and moves slowly down my bruised cheek. How can a father beat his own daughter, to the point where she has to wait to get up because she cannot feel her limbs.

I have always had hope that they would change, but that hope inside of me is long gone.

They have broken me.

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