This is my first ever story so wish me luck...... :D x X x
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CHRISTINA'S ....P.O.V------>
My day could only get worse as time and time again I felt my mother's boyfriend John backhand me across the face, forcing me to collapse onto my bedroom floor. I was unsure what I had done this time, but im sure I deserved it. You see, throughout my life I have had to put up with beatings after beatings which to this day made me realize my life could not mean much. I was not majorly pretty but I was neither ugly. My hair was brown, virtually black and I had bright blue, sparkling eyes. I had been told that they held beauty but also hid the pain I had to face day in day out. Showing as much courage as I could, I begged John to stop with tears in my eyes but this only made it worse as he played on my begging. That day I had returned home from school and walked upstairs to my room to find John in their. I asked what he was doing and thats how it all started. Yelling as loud as he could he told me how worthless I was and grabbed me by my wrists which no doubt would leave more marks which I would have to try and hide tomorrow. With his free hand he began punching me in the stomach, causing me to bow down. You see this is how he liked it, feeling he was better then everyone else, savouring and enjoying the power he had over me. After backhanding me I fell to the floor, curled up into a ball, welcoming the reoccuring darkness hearing his evil laugh.....
I woke up still on the floor and checked the time on my clock, stating 4am. Not wanting to sleep due to pain staking nightmares which occur daily, I headed to the shower, well more like crawling, and stood under it for what felt like hours just to feel the water dripping down my many bruises across my body. Once the water turned cold I stepped out and looked at myself in the mirror. I saw a red mark across my face and my eyes were bloodshot, showing weighty bags around them, enhancing my lack of sleep. Wrapping a towl around me, I clung to the walls for support and headed into my bedroom, towards my wardrobe pulling out clothes which were limited. In the end I chose a simple pair of grey skinny jeans and a long sleeve black t-shirt in the hopes of hiding my bruises that John had given me across my wrist. Finally putting on my Black Uggs I grabbed my bag and silently crept out of the door, heading down the stairs in hopes of getting out the house unnoticed. I could hear snoring, meaning John was asleep, giving me a sense of relief. Reaching the front door, I silently exited not taking a second look.
My mum was on a buisness trip, leaving me stuck at home with her so called 'love of her life' John. What she saw in him i will never know as he hardly a dasher in the looks department with a pointy chin full of stubble and dark hazel, looming eyes. He had been on the scene since i was 6, attempting to fufill the shoes of my dad who sadly passed away on the frontline when I was 3 years old. John taught me to swim, taught me to bake a cake and taught me to ride a bike, sadly behind closed doors and out of my mum's sight he tried to drown me, burnt me and pushed me on my bike down a steep hill. Since an early age he has appeared to be the perfect step dad to me but nobody realized the monster he could be when he had me alone. The resent in his hazel eyes towards me always got to me. I would say to myself what had I ever done to him? Shrugging the thought of him I set of on my walk to school as John would never give me a lift. The journey is about a hour walk but with the pain in my ribs it took double the time. Arriving just in time i sulked into my classroom to be welcomed by the snickers of the populers crew, full of blonde airheads and dumb bonestruck jocks. Sliding into my seat at the back I noticed Stacey leave the crew and walk up to me until she was right up in my face.
"You ever heard of a hair brush or even a decent sense of style? Oh wait, you never knew to begin with," she snickered.
"Why bother wasting your time talking to me" I replied, raising my head to look her straight.
"Because I feel it is my duty to keep students like you from disgracing St Hendricks High School but I feel it's a little too late for. Looking at the state of you, I have noticed that you will nelver fit in and never belong," laughing as she hurried along to gloat to all her possy. I felt a tear slide down my cheek as the realisation hit on of what she said. I mean I knew I would never fit in but i had always felt that somewhere in this world I would belong. Sitting at the back of the classroom of my English lesson by myself Mr Swede strode in with a handful of books. Passing one to each student, he dumped one at teh end of my desk, leading me to lean over which caused me to curl back up in pain. Praying that nobody would notice, I attempted again to reach for it when all of a sudden my book was grabbed by someone eles's hands. I looked up and was shocked to what i saw.
