trust doesn't always come back

Most human beings my age love being off school but I dont..

Its been a couple of days since I have been outside, My Father wont even let me out into the back garden incase the neighbours seen me, I'm pretty sure they know whats going on,. Its not like the beatings are quiet, especially when my body ends up slamming against the wall. I know they are just too scared of my dad to report him. I don't blame them to be honest. My ribs are still a bit sore, I have a bold patch where he had pulled my hair but I have managed to part my hair so its not noticeable. I'm sitting on my bed just listening to music through my ipod ignoring the world when I feel a horrible shiver go down my spine. I turn to see my father towering over me with a smirk on his face,

" so do you want to go school tomorrow?" He asks as I shakily take the earphones away from my ears.

" er.. yeah?" I croak, also I would like to add I haven't had a drink in 25 hours and 20 minutes, my father caught me 'stealing' water from the bathroom sink and burnt me with his cigar which hurt like hell and will scar, but he doesn't care. I snap back to reality when I hear my desk chair being dragged along the floor, and he sits next to the bed.

" You can go to school tomorrow but if you ain't back in time you can forget going for the rest of the week and you will be punished, I have set an alarm on my phone for 3.50pm. That is plenty of time to get home, understand buttercup?" I nod in response as he leans into to me to kiss my head. Vomit rises in my throat but I manage to swallow it.

" wait here" says my father as he swings open the door, he returns with a tray full of food, full english breakfast and orange juice. Just the way he used to before he changed into the unthinkable. He places the tray on my bedside table and looks at me, I fail to smile and he grunts then turns away. As soon as the door is closed I begin wolfing down the delicious breakfast, I hear my father laugh outside the door at my behaviour but come on he hardly feeds me so I'm going to eat all I can. I hear his heavy footsteps cascade down the stairs and feel my body relax.

*NEXT DAY*

I wake bright an early with the sun shining on my face, I manage to smile knowing I will be away from the monster today. I put on some frilly blue light jeans, and a pale crop top, I leave my hair down, just brushed, no point straightening it, no one will be loooking. I hope not, anyway. I leave with 10 minutes to spare and love the feel of the wind blowing through my hair. I reach the school gates and spot Charlie heading over to me. This boy just does not give up does he? I sigh and begin to walk towards him.

" hey haven't seen you for a while?" he asks while staring at my face.

" I had the flu" He continues to stare at my face for any recognition if I am lieing or not.

" ok, wanna walk to registry together?" I nod not bothering replying and start walking ahead. He runs to catch up with me.

" wanna go starbucks tonight?"

" NO.. I mean sorry I can't, my dad has asked me to come home, we are going to see my grandma" He nods in reply as I think back to my lie, I hate how he controls everything I do. I mean I'm 17. Shouldn't I have a bit of freedom at least? I silently laugh at myself and think about if that was possible, all the things I would do, spend time with friends if I had any, spend time making out with Charlie. I come to a stand still with my eyes as wide as saucers, I can't believe I just thought that.Charlie notices I have stopped.

" realising your love for me Scar?" He asks with a cheeky grin. I blush and continue to walk with him following. The rest of the day wasn't too bad, I avoided everyone expect for Charlie, we have had some good laughs especially at lunch, I also noticed he sat alot closer to me and brushed my leg but I just tense up not wanting to be touched by anyone again after what my Father does. I walk home swinging my bag whistling a happy tune, feeling on top of the world. I reach my street with only 5 minutes to spare when I spot an ambulance sat outside my house. I panic and run to the house hoping everyone is okay, I mean  I hate my father but I still love him and I'll always be daddy's girl.

I burst into the front door surprising everyone there, I notice my Father sat on the couch with his head in his hands, tears running down his face. I gulp and try to speak but no words come out.

" I'm sorry Scarlett, Your mum has had an accident and is in hospital" Last thing I remember was hitting the floor as darkness enveloped my vision...