Wild Nature

Chapter One

(Rewriting the book yet again! But it's hopefully more thought out this time! I'm really sorry about this.)

You never get used to being beaten. You carry it with you on your shoulders daily, but you don't show anyone the scars. You don't let them see the bruises. And you certainly don't let them see the fear in your eyes.

Even when it's your parents that are beating you. When you see the face of your father staring down at you as he drives the tip of his shoe into your gut over and over. To see the hatred burning in his eyes and the angry scowl on his lips.

To feel the anger burning in your own stomach, boiling up like lava, threatening to explode. The other part inside you, telling you to stay still; to accept the beating. That you will grow stronger over time for it. So, you sit there and wait, and plot ways to escape.

SeventeenYears Old

Aliana slept peacefully; well as peacefully as she could. Her body was humming with pain from the latest beating she had received the night before. But her sleep was interrupted by the alarm clock ringing on the bedside table. She pondered about shutting it off so she could sleep a bit more, or just throwing the damn thing against the wall. But decided against both options, crawling her sore and bruised body out of bed, dragging a set of wide rimmed black glasses off as well.

As she walked to the dresser to retrieve her clothes for the day, she looked over herself in the mirror. Aliana wasn't much to look at. She had puppy fat in all the right places, stretch marks from growing on her sides and thighs. Her face was too chubby, still having that childlike pudge to it. Sandy blonde strands hung down the sides of her face which she ran through with a brush to get the knots out.

Aliana didn't bother with a shower, she'd have one when she got home from school, especially since she had a feeling her sister would be taking her time in the shower. Pulling on black hoodie and black trousers from the drawer, she winced at having to bend down to pull on her socks. Her breath caught in her lungs, causing her eyebrows to furrow in pain. So, her ribs hadn't healed from last night, that she knew at least.

Standing up as straight as she could, she glanced back into the cracked mirror that had been broken a few days ago, from her being thrown into it. Aliana hated the person who stared back, having wished and prayed countless times that she had been born into a different family. But no, she had to be born into this twisted cluster fuck of a family. Her teeth tugged nervously at her busted lip, ignoring the sting of pain that went through her. If she could live with broken ribs, she could live with a busted lip.

Aliana, felt it rise faintly inside her again, calming her. Telling her that everything would be okay. It was always there for her and yet she didn't even know what it was. But it had been with her since she was a toddler and had first received the beatings.

It had been her only true friend and yet she couldn't tell anyone about it. It's what they wanted, especially her father. Aliana knew from the more frequent beatings, as if he was trying to bring it out. But she would never let them know. Even if it meant going through this hell until she could get free.

And when she did, she would never look back.