chapter one

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Dear dairy,

Its early in the morning like usual two hours before my aunt mikie and uncle Micheal awake. Ive taken time to myself to write in you of course, like usual.

I made twenty two new marks on my thighs, I shall wear my jeans to cover them. If I don't get breakfast started in the two hours I need to I'll be hit. I don't want to make uncle mad again.

I should go now dairy goodbye and have a happy morning.

I got up putting my pink covered crystal sparkled dairy onto my nightstand. It was a old one, down passed from my mother to me. My mother and father died when I was a early age, ever since then I never said a word.

When I was smaller my aunt would beat me in odd ways, she'd throw me into pools and kick me down the stairs, choke me til I turned blue and leave marks i learned to cover. My uncle would come into my room at night and do things to me, he never attempted to take the only innocent thing I had left not wanting to make a mess and let my aunt notice.

When she was around he'd smack me and beat me, I use to take many hospital trips because of the abuse and each trip they made up a grand lie and id just nod. I was a mute child there was nothing I could ever do about it.

I brushed through my chocolate hair tying it into a small bun, I grabbed a few clothes and head straight to the bathroom. Once I started the shower I got in doing a quick wash on my body, after that I got out and dried off getting dressed in simple jeans and a long sleeve shirt with my black hoodie.

I head into my room collecting my textbooks and journals shoving them into a small blue book bag then head down to the kitchen. Checking the time I seen it said six thirty, I had thirty minutes til they both wake.

I grabbed a frying pan and some ingredients quickly heading to work on a simple breakfast. Checking the time I had ten minutes to spare, so I quickly set the table and head to my room awaiting for them to wake.

A loud groan like moan filled the air, signaling my aunt was awake. Her hard steps filled the hall heading down the stairs, next I heard a small thud my uncle was now awake. 

His footsteps werent as harsh nor loud, he was heading to my room. My gaze met his and he shut the door ordering me to take off my shirt. I obey throwing off my hoodie and shirt biting my lip ignoring what he did to my body.

A few minutes passed and he finished leaving the room, letting me clean myself up quickly. I threw my bag over my shoulder and head out to the bus stop waiting. My aunt and uncle thought I'd never need a car so they never tried to get me one, they had thought a child like myself wouldn't need one.

The bus arrived, it's smells filling the air as it farted out gray clouds the doors opening awaiting for those to enter. I stepped inside retreating to the back of the bus, i set in my ear buds and listen to music ignoring those around me.

The bus came to a stop and i gazed up, we were finally at school. I took out my ear buds and filed out the bus with the other students. A few shoved into me as a joke and i ignored it hurrying to my locker, I had a hall that was mainly empty.

Crossing through I bumped into someone and tingles shot up my arms, I turned looking and saw no one. Shrugging it off I head to my locker opening it and gently placed my things in the locker. A fist slammed against the locker by me and i jumped staring at the one who made me scared.

A tall slender husky built up man with black hair and green eyes stared coldly at me. I felt shivers go down me as I filled softly, he was head captain of every team there was.

"Speak", he spatted.

I said nothing in response fear driving up through my body.

"Speak damn it!", He slammed his fist closer making me jump again, I grew afraid he was gonna hurt me and let out a whimper.

"Please speak you can't be mute..",he whined pleading as he cupped my face.

I moved away writing on my board I'm sorry, he gave a pained face and left vanishing off somewhere. I stood there confused of what just had happened, and why it had happened.

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