Plasters And Bandages (COMPLETED ✔️)

Chapter Two

Alex's POV

I woke up in a start, I like looked around and noticed I fell asleep in my sofa.
The clock read 8:56
My father was coming at 10 and if something was wrong I would pay for it, and I didn't want that.
My ankle was completely fine now, I must have been a bit tipsy and exaggerated the truth because I was running around the house.

"Get up Ari!"

"Ok chill, can you drop me home please?"

"Whatever hurry up"

She got dressed and I dropped her home.

I tidied up fast and made lunch, it took me so long because I cooked chicken pot pie. It was his favourite and I wanted to impress him. That's all I did all my life, try and impress him. Since I was a little girl.
My mother was having difficulty giving birth to me and she didn't make it, so it was always me and my father. I couldn't call him dad he would get angry.

I was a mistake see, so he says I ruined everything. His life and career.

He blamed me for killing my mother.

He hated me and I remember the first day he hit me.

I was 5 and he left me at home to go to a bar, he brought back a hooker but when she saw me she left. He was so angry he slapped me, I fell asleep there without dinner. Ever since then he never stopped.

So you can see I was dreading today, I wasn't used to it as he rarely came to visit.

9:55

I heard the doorbell go and took a sharp breath. I walked to the door and slowly opened it.

My father was there looking at me with his piercing eyes and he had a woman clinging to his arm, she looked like a slut, sorry not sorry.

"Please come it, it's nice to see you d- father. And you are?"

She glared at me and replied

"I'm Candy, and YOU are?"

"His daughter, Alex" I think my sweet tone shocked her.

My father pushed his way in, pulling his new toy with him.

Rude

I ushered them to the table and served the chicken pot pie.

"My favourite" My dad sighed.

We ate in deathly silence as I watched Candy picking at her food. My father began to talk.

"How is college? You better have top marks"

"Of course father, what else did you expect"

My father turned the conversation to his real-estate business and that's all that's was said for the rest of lunch.

Candy made rude remarks through out.

"For a girl who has money you should learn to cook" 
"You should do your makeup nicely"
"You should dress nice"
"Your house is filthy"

My father laughed at every single comment she made.

I couldn't take it and lashed out at her. I couldn't contain myself.

"Who the hell do you think you are? All you are is a toy to my father then he will toss you to the curb like he did to the rest!"

"We have a connec-" I cut her off.

"You have nothing, he doesn't care about anyone but himself! He doesn't even care about his own daug-"

He slapped me hard.

He told Candy to go wait in the car and I knew I was in for it.

He didn't say a word but he grabbed me by my hair and swung me to the ground. I wanted to scream but it would only get me in more trouble so I kept my mouth shut. He shouted at me and told me I was useless.
He kicked me hard in the ribs before getting on top of me and punching me repeatedly.
After he had finished I tried to get up but me picked up a plate and smashed it on my head making me collapse. I was still awake but I lost my balance.

He walked out and I curled into a ball on the floor and stayed there until the next morning.

Then I heard a knock at the door.

I peered out the window, it was Beck.

I froze.

"Why would he be here" I said aloud.

I looked in the mirror, wiped the blood from my face and opened the door.

"Hey Alex, I wanted to see how your ankle was..." He trailed off. He looked at me, studying my face, my busted lip and I immediately bit my lip, trying to hid it.

"Please come in" My voice was shaky.

"Sit sit, I'll make you a cup of tea"

He glanced at me, confusion in his eyes but he thanked me.

I sat next to him and gave him the tea.

"So you seem to be ok, running around making me tea" He chuckled under this breath, flashing his smile, that seemed to be contagious because I found myself smiling too.

"Yeah I'm ok, yesterday was probably the drink talking"

"You didn't drink much, I guess you can't hold your alcohol very well"

"Sounds like a challenge, one day we should go for a drink, I'll show you who can't hold their alcohol well"

We sat and talked until our tea was finished.

For a moment I was just staring at him, his deep green eyes, his defined face and his cheeky grin, he was beautiful.

He took the mug from my hand and rose from his seat.

I got up in a start and tried to take the mugs from him, when I got a sharp pain in my ribs, where my father kicked me, and I passed out.

All I saw was darkness and I heard my head hitting the floor. I felt strong hands gripping my arms and lifting me before I closed my eyes and blacked out completely.