Forever ((ON HOLD))

Chapter Three:

Chapter Three:

  After his mom came home and another terrible first impression, I went home. It was on my way home when I realized Jack will be waiting for my return. I crossed my fingers and prayed to God that my mom would be home. She wasn't.. as usual.

Luckily I have been in this situation before so I knew what to do. I jogged to our woodshed that is surprisingly still standing, and grabbed the smallest latter we have. I laid it up against the wall leading to my bedroom window and began climbing. Quietly I started to open the window, hoping he wouldn't hear. As I was beginning to climb inside. I heard someone move. I froze and held my breath not daring to move a muscle.

"Yeah, she's home.. she's up in her room.." Jack mumbled to someone on the phone.

"You want to speak to her?" He asked, with his voice dripping with panic.

I heard him start to head upstairs and I quickly jumped through the window and got into bed. I faced the direction of the window and noticed I forgot to shut it. I was going to get up and shut it but as I stuck a foot out, Jack burst through the door. He grabbed my shoulder and forced me to look at him. I tried to stay calm but after years and years of being afraid of him, "staying calm" flew out the window. He handed me the phone and with shaky hands I grabbed it.

"As soon as you're done talking on the phone, you're dead" He mouthed to me, while moving his hand across his throat.

"Hello?" I said into the phone, with my voice cracking at the end.

"Honey? Are you alright?" My mother asked me.

"Yeah, just woke up 's all," I lied.

"Oh okay, well I just wanted to call to tell you that my boss has ordered everyone to work over-time, so I wont be back home until 3 a.m"

"okay," I whispered while forcing a tear to stay in.

I hung up and handed the phone back to Jack while I tried to force a smile. I had to show Jack I wasn't afraid of him.

"GET UP!" He yelled.

I got up, still smiling and waiting for the beating that was coming..

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I turned on the faucet while wiping some blood off my shirt. I placed my arms under the water trying to wash away all the blood to see how bad my wounds were. I didn't even try to stop the tears when they began falling. I wasn't crying because I was hurt, I was crying because I failed to show him that I wasn't afraid of him. As soon as he cut me, I started to whimper. I just don't understand why he only cut me three times.. I escaped, while in the middle of getting a beating! Normally he hurts me until my vision begins to get cloudy and I become unresponsive. I'm surprised I'm still alive.

As I was pouring some of the disinfectant, I heard a car door shut. I looked over at my clock, 3:04 it read. I quickly reached under the sink and grabbed some bandages and covered my cuts. It stung badly but I've been through worse. As soon as I was done I shut the door and jumped under my covers. Exhausted I fell asleep listening to my steady heart beat.

"Wake up you're going to miss the bus," I heard my mom mumble.

I turned over to her and looked at her smiling face. It sort of felt like we were back to normal, when dad was here, when I was actually happy. Shaking those thoughts out of my head I turned to turn off the alarm. Before my arm came into view I stopped remembering the Band-Aids that were littering my arms . I couldn't let her see my cuts!

"I'm Going," I responded with my voice sounding husky.

After she left I got up and went to the restroom to begin my routine. I would take a shower, put my bloody clothes at the bottom of my hamper, clean my wounds again, and put some makeup to make me look less beat up. The wounds would often burn when I was taking a shower but I liked it. I think it helps me get stronger. When I finished, I walked downstairs and put on my fake smile. I couldn't help but wish that she would notice it and ask me what's wrong, but how many time have I done that only to be disappointed? More that I can keep count.

"What's for breakfast?" I asked.

"Eggs and bacon," Jack replied, while looking me up and down. Probably to check If I covered his "Paintings" as he called them.

I sat down and waited for mom to serve me, as she always does. I kept my eyes on my lap, not wanting to look at Jack's imitating smirk. As soon as my mom put my food on the table, I began eating quickly and Before I knew it, I was sitting on the bus sitting with Jonathon. 

Hi guys.. sorry that my chapters are short and not as amazing as you would like them to be but I feel rushed when writing them! Anyways I realized that the main character doesn't have a name and I cant come of with one so comment a name that you think will be good! I'll try to update as soon as I can! Bye..