Finding Hope

Chapter 1

"PLEASE DAD, DON'T! I PROMISE I WONT DO IT AGAIN!" I said with fragile voice. "DAMN IT LILLIAN! YOU, AND YOU'RE MOTHER ARE SUCH A DISAPPOINTMENT TO ME" My dad yelled as his voice boomed through our small isolated house.

"You're going to pay for this." My world stop and everything froze. His large fist covered in sweat, connected with my jaw line. The pain was unbearable, it seemed as though the pain spread throughout my whole body in a matter of second. I lost my balanced and hit cold titles on the ground.

The tears blurred my vision as I looked up at my father laughing at me, as if I was some sort of a joke. He bent down to my level and whispered in my ear...

"DING DING"

My heart pounding, I woke up to the sound on my phone going off. I finally caught my breath, thank god it was only a dream. I squinted at my IPhone, the brightness blinded me. My eyes finally adjusted.

Shit.

10 unread messages

All from my dad.

Where are you?!

You're so stupid.

Damn it Lillian answer me!

God I should have known I shouldn't of hire an idiot!

Wait til I get home, then you will get it.

As the texts kept pouring through. I pulled myself out of my bed trying my best to rush. Not wanting to face the consciences of my dad.

I quickly undressed myself from my black sweatshirt that is 3 times my size and my baggy gray sweats, which I would never be caught dead in. I changed out of my black lacy underwear and my matching bra. And replaced it with a clean pink pota- dot bra and matching underwear, from my draw. I squeezed into my tight, plaited black pants. I chucked a plain black t-shirt on. And buttoned up the buttons on my dark blue vest which seemed to be discoloured, due to the countless times I have worn it.

I looked down at my vest as I saw the "Wal-Mart" logo sitting above just above my ribcage.

I walked into the bathroom and turned the light on. I applied light makeup, some foundation, mascara, light eyeliner and finished it off and applied some nude shaded lipstick to my puckered lips. I brushed my hair through its tangles and tied my light dark brown hair up into a messy bun.

I grabbed some socks and my black anklet cut converse from the shoe rack, and grabbed my crème oversized bag and dropped my phone in it. Before I left I grabbed and apple from the bench to eat on my way to work.

As I walked out the front door, locking it behind me. As I stepped foot outside my house. I began to walk in the cold damp air and that's when I came to the realisation that, that wasn't just a dream.

It was my life.