Broken But Strong

CHAPTER 7

Leah's POV:

Sunlight peaked through the curtains as I squinted, trying my best to avoid the light and go back to sleep. I turned to one side, and a sharp pain instantly shot through me. I groaned, placing one hand on the bed as I slowly sat up.

I leaned my head back on the headboard as I glanced at the clock. It was currently 7am, and I felt a burning pain throughout my whole body. It was as if it was eating up my soul, gnawing at it slowly, not wanting to let go.

It was a Sunday, the only day I could rest, as Samuel would normally be out for the whole day. I had no idea what he did on a Sunday, but I didn't and never cared, as it was the only day I could definitely escape a beating. 

Lifting up my shirt, I winced slightly as I glanced at the whip marks from two nights before. The bleeding had long stopped, and what was left were blue, black and a some red streaks going across my entire stomach. Scars. Most people would hate scars, as they were the imperfections on one's body. However, I didn't mind these scars at all. They served as a reminder that one wrong move, and my life could be taken away. I inhaled deeply, releasing my shirt and finally getting up.

After brushing my teeth, I headed down the stairs in search of something to eat. I was starving, and that was because I had not left my room the whole day yesterday, scared of what would happen if Samuel saw me. I was not allowed to be seen by anyone during the weekends, and Samuel had friends over yesterday. I didn't want to take the chance, so I had just cooped myself up in my room. If I was scared of Samuel before, I was definitely terrified of him now.

Grabbing a small red apple, I munched on it while heading back to my room. Since I was not allowed to eat on a daily basis, my appetite had become smaller. Now, a simple fruit, such as an apple, could last me easily for one day.

I finished up my apple and pulled my grey hoodie and black jeans from my closet. Today was a Sunday, which meant that it was grocery shopping day. I had to buy all of Samuel's favourite food using the money I earned from work. Samuel used to give me money to buy his groceries, yet when he found out I started working, he stopped. To him, me making money meant that he could save his own money. Therefore, he used the fact that I was earning a salary to his advantage.

Pulling the clothes over my body, I arranged my hair, letting in flow around my neck to cover my bruises. Slipping on my white converse quickly, I headed out the door. It was a long walk to the grocery store, around forty minutes. I didn't want to take the bus as I wanted to save as much money as I could, for when I turned eighteen, I would be able to move into a decent apartment. 

Sighing, I started my long walk to the grocery store. A few more months... just a few more months and I would be eighteen. I could not wait to escape from the house I called my hellhole.

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Yo guys!

Sorry for not updating for so long. I had exams ongoing, and they just ended yesterday:") I'M FINALLY FREE FROM STUDYING HAHAHA 

Anyways, pardon my short chapter. I'll update as soon as I can ;P

BYEZ!!

xxx, Regine