ABUSED...

Him.

I woke up to my alarm blaring. I went to turn off my alarm when I noticed how sore and frail I was. I was very sore but I had to turn the alarm off that way I didn't get beat. I shut the alarm off and did my before school routine making sure I don't wake up my parents. I get downstairs slowly but surly and start to make them breakfast. I decided to make cereal because I am too tired and sore to make biscuits and gravy. I made their cereal right when they came down to eat. I leave the kitchen and grab my things.

"Taylor!"my father yelled. I really hoped that I could've gotten to school without talking to them.

"Yes sir?" I say as I approach him cautiously.

"What is this?" He spits.

"That is cereal father." I say.

"I know it's cereal! Don't be a smart ass!! I want to know why we didn't get biscuits and gravy!!" He yells. Staring at me

"I'm sorry I was very s-sore this morning from the e-events of y-yesterday" I say looking at my shoes. My father snickers under his breath and says "sore" mimicking my voice.

"Get out of my house!" He shouts.

"Yes sir" I say as I hurry out of there. I grab my things and rush to the bus stop. The bus picks me up and before I know it, I'm at school. I go straight to my locker and wait for my friends to come over. My friends approach me and May says, "hiii-ohhh. Wow. Taylor...what happened? Your face...I-I-Its purple.." after she mentions that they all look at me and gasp as their eyes get wider.

"Oh this. Oh it's nothing guys. I'm fine" I say as I start to leave my locker. I hear Max say something to May and Kate but couldn't hear exactly what he said, I just shoved that out of my head and kept walking. I was headed to my first class when Max came jogging beside me. "Hey Taylor? Can you talk?" Before I could reply to his question I get tugged into a janitors closet along with him. Max covers the janitors window in the door with black paper, so nobody could see inside.

"Taylor" Max says worriedly.

"What" I say looking at my feet.

"Why is your face?...what happened?" Max asked while looking at my face.

"Nothing Max its fine" I say. Hoping he will just take that answer.

"No Taylor. What happened?" He asks pushing his limits.

"Nothing Max! I fell okay!! I fell down my steps! That's all! I just didn't want anyone to know how clumsy I am." I say as I open the janitors closet and walk to my first period.
I got news in first period saying that I can go on a trip. I get the chance to go on the trip because of my beautiful singing. I was so excited to go. I have to ask my parents when I get home...oh gosh...my parents. They are going to say no. I really want to go though! Ugh. I guess we'll see. The rest of the school day flew by. My friends luckily dropped the subject of my bruises and we just all talked about how our days were. I'm took the bus home and got off at my stop. I walk to my house and surprisingly I didn't have any homework. I went upstairs to my room and laid down in my bed thinking of how I'm going to ask my parents about my singing trip. I finally get the guts to walk to my parents room and gently knock on their door.

"What!!" My mother says.

"Mother, I have to talk to you about something for school." I say.

"What about it Taylor?!" My mother impatiently asks me.

"My choir teacher told me that because I have a beautiful voice that she wants to take me and some other kids on a trip to sing" I say quietly holding my breath so my mother will say yes. My mother swings the door open and looks at me. "A trip huh?" She says.

"Yes mother. A trip." I say still holding my breath.

"Why? So u can escape?" My mother asks. My eyes widen at the thought of her accusing me of trying to run away.

"No mother. A trip so I can sing for people" I try to explain.

"BULLSHIT! You are going to try and run away aren't you?!!!" She says. "Honey!!! Taylor is going to go on a trip and try to escape!!" And with that my father comes running out of their bathroom and looks me in the face.

"RUN AWAY?!!!" My father bellows.

"No. No I'm not running away. I want to go on a trip to sing and inspire people." I say trying to explain my situation.

"Hmm..no" my father says. I can't believe he said no. Just like that!

"What do you mean no?" I ask getting a little annoyed.

"I said no. You're not going on the trip." He states clearly.

"What?! Father! I really want to go!" I say getting even more irritated. My father looked at me and slapped me hard across the face. I fell to the ground and feel the stinging and throbbing in my cheek.

"GET OUT! You do not talk to me like that! Get out of my house before I hit you even more!!" He says. Before I can even get up he kicks me right in my side. He yanks my hair and pulls me up. "GET OUT!!" He screams in my face while pointing towards the front door. I run out of the front door before he can hurt me again. I run as fast as my legs could take me. I ran so fast that I ran into a wall...but this wall had arms. This wall caught me before I fell on my butt. I looked up and saw this tall muscular guy. He looked about my age and had brown hair with blue eyes and was very attractive. "Are you okay?" He asks while grabbing my side. I yelp at the pain from where he placed his hand on my side where I just got kicked at. I shake my head that I'm not okay.

"What's wrong? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" He asks all these questions all at once. I point to my side and he goes to lift my shirt to see what I'm talking about and I stop him and run away. No one can know about my secret. If someone finds out...I will get seriously beaten. I heard him calling out after me, but I just keep running and running until I can't any longer. I have no other place to go to, so I decide to make my way back to my house. I wish I could've told him...but I can't. I can't risk it. I would feel terrible if he got hurt because of me. As I was thinking this I didn't notice how close I was to my house. I am standing in front of my house. Standing in front of my house that has no safeness...no living.