The Broken Ones | ✔

4 (✓)

I woke up with pain in my stomach and face. When I open my eyes I scan the room that I'm in and realize that I'm in the living room. I try getting up but soon fail. I crawl to the sofa and put my hands on it. I slowly get up and sit on it. When I look back at the spot I was laying in I saw a pool of blood. I brought my hands up to my nose and feel something weird and soon I realize it's dry blood.

I get my phone and quickly go to camera. My eyes grew wide when I took a look at my face.

I had a bruise on my cheek along with a red mark. I also see that my lip has been cut. I put my phone away and look at my arms. I had some bruises and healing scars that I did. John doesn't know that I cut though.

When I lift my shirt up I find multiple of bruises everywhere. I had about 9. I got up from the sofa and made my way upstairs to my room making sure not to fall.

When I got upstairs I went straight to my room, locked the door, and went to my bathroom to get cleaned up.

The only reason I have make-up is for me to hide the marks.

After finishing covering the last of the bruises on my face, arms, and stomach I go out the bathroom and lay on my bed.

Why does my life have to be so hard? What did I do to deserve this? It wasn't my fault she left. She left and no one knows why. How did I get involved in this? Why me?

I heard laughter from the bottom of the stairs and knew that my parents were laughing at me. Just because I became the only child before the accident they blame everything on me.

"Get over here Veronica and clean your damn blood off the floor" My dad yelled. I start shaking and got up from my bed and walk to the stairs.

When I reach the bottom of the stairs I see both of my parents smirking at me. I ignore it and head to the kitchen to get a piece of paper. I head back to living room and quickly clean the blood. I go and throw it in the trash but before I could take one step towards the staircase my mom speaks.

"We need you to get some beers for us at the store." she said looking right in my eyes. She knows that I can not possibly say no when she looks at me like that.

I nod my head and go back to my room. I grab my keys, phone, and fake ID. My parents made me get one because I go to the store to buy their beers and cigarettes for them.

I make my way down the stairs with my head hung low and put my hand out. As soon as I feel the bills put on my hand, I close my palm and head towards the front door.

I close the front door and look at my hands. Fifty dollars. I do not even know what they work as and how they have money.

Suddenly my phone rings and I see that it is John.

John:

So what happened? Are you still in your room?

Me:

No, they beat me again and now I'm on my way to buy them some beers.

John:

V, This has to stop. You have to say something

Me:

I can't. You know I can't

John:

One of these days OR. I swear one of these days. So, where are you at?

Me:

I am in between Dorlin street and Mark street.

John:

Want a ride?

Me:

No thanks. I have to go. Talk to you later.

And with that I put my phone away. I keep walking until I got to the Liquor store.

After buying 2 packs of their beers, I head home once again.

While I was walking I look at the floor and bump into someone.

"Sorry" I said.

"We have to stop running into each other" Oh, no.

I look up to see some dark brown eyes staring at me then their gaze travels to my hands.

"You're throwing a party on a Thursday?" he asked.

"N-no. It-it's not m-mine" I stutter.

"Whose is it then- you have a bruise and a red mark on your cheek" he said slowly.

Damn the makeup does not cover it well.

"Oh, it's n-nothing" I said and walk around him but he then grabbed me by the arm, which may I mention burned one because of the bruise, and two because of the way he made me feel when he touched me.

"You have got to stop leaving. Why is your face all beaten and why do you have a cut in your lip?" he asked seriously.

"Mind your own business" I said harshly because he does not have to know about my life.

"Why do-" he got cut off by someone yelling my name out.

"Veronica get over here. You could do your slut work some other time. Now get over here" I turned around and see my dad yelling with my mom behind him laughing.

I look at Toby and he has a mixture of emotions in his eyes, but before I can try to decipher what the emotions are, my wrist is being pulled in the opposite direction by my dad.

'Sorry' I mouthed to Toby before I completely turn around and try not to cry.

I just hope he can keep his mouth shut.