The Mystery and the Mess

Chapter 1:Crying over spilt milk

I woke up and rolled off the old,loudly protesting bed,had a shower and without eating left my home.

Well ,not really a home cause I'm pretty sure a family has to be living there.It was just me and my dad.

My mom left and i really don't blame her,i ,Natiesha , was really tired of getting beaten by the one who was supposed to protect me.

Yea my dad terrorized and abused me,i think its because my mom left and moved on......without me ,the unwanted baggage none wanted to claim.   

   That's basically it , I'm sixteen and i don't seem to fit in anywhere and did i mention in a complete mess???.Yup...that's me, the girl who tries to cover up the hurt by taking it out on others ,after all i can't take it out on my dad cause he'd kill me.                                                          That morning the walk to school was short ,as i walked through the corridors to get to my class a few girls pointed and stared at my new bruises

I was used to it now,but i was happy they kept their mouths shut cause i didn't feel like fighting on an empty stomach.My school was like any other with the bullies,beauties and the brains.

The footballers mostly being bullies along with their girlfriends,so i had to learn to stand up for myself.I was the kind of person that when push came to shove i shoved back pretty hard.I learned early that sometimes the only way to fight back is to fight dirty.

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I was walking when i noticed this guy walking ,he was in a black hoodie and he was probably the only one who didn't notice my bruises .If only more people were like this,sometimes i feel sorry for humankind.  

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  Wiping tables at Matthew's,a popular hang out spot for students after school was my job along with delivering food to the tables.It was a way to make money even though i had to get home before my dad,if he knew he would most likely beat me and take the little money i had.I was planning to save and get the hell out of his house asap.

"This is for the guy over at that table" Anna,my co-worker said handing me  coffee .I walked to the table and said"here you go" ,the guy looked up and i found myself looking in the most beautiful pairs of blue-green eyes,and being the klutz i am i spilled the coffee.

I jerked back, grabbed paper towels and dabbed the mess apologizing profusely ."What kind of an idiot are you??" he snarled while i stood there shocked ,he was the one i saw this morning dressed in black."Are you even listening!",i snapped out of it quickly and removed the almost empty cup saying i would return with another."by all means do,leave,but send someone else with the dammed coffee"
 
He had no idea how much that hurt.

"by all means ,leave "

Those were the exact words my dad told during one of our
Many steamy arguments when i told him i was going to move out  if he kept on beating me.

He had no idea how close i was to blurting out about the job and then i would have been screwed.

I went into the bathroom and sobbed out my anger and frustration.My shift ended and i went home $50 richer,trying not to think too much about my screwed up life ,no sense in crying over spilt milk right?.

I hurried inside ,got in bed and hoped dad would be too drunk for a fight when he came home.

Hey!!!, its my first book and i hope you like it even though this chapter was short :)       *****      xoxox