Please Don't Go!

Chapter 1

A/N: Hello everyone! :) This is my first story that I wrote and as you can see it's a 'GirlxGirl' story. If you don't like it, don't read it. Anyways, I'm sorry if there are some mistakes like the grammar, or spelling. Let me know if there's any :) hope y'all like my story and feel free to comment your feedback on the comments section. Enjoy x

WARNING: There's some inappropriate words in this story. If you're not comfortable with it, I suggest you to not read it.

Heather's POV

I woke up by the buzzing sound of the alarm on the table beside my bed. I check the time and it's 5:10 a.m. And I remember it's my first day of school today as a Senior.

'Great! It's school time' I thought.

I turn on my lampshade on my table beside my bed and I immediately went to bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face.

I strip my clothes and undies to take a shower but before I can take a shower I look myself in the mirror and I see my very skinny body covered with scars and bruises.

'You're ugly and a fat bitch!' I remember the words my abusive Uncle told me. 'You're nothing but a worthless little bitch!'

A tear escape my right eye as I remember those harsh words. 'Why did he always do this to me?' I thought. He always called me 'ugly' and "fat" until I believe in myself that I am a worthless and an ugly human being.

You see, I was abused by my Uncle since my parents died of a car accident and I was 15 at that time.

A few weeks passed, I was adopted by my Mother's brother my Uncle Danny. He don't like me very much. I don't know why what made him hate me ever since my parents died at car accident.

I turn on the shower and start scrubbing myself. I wrap my body with a towel and went to my closet and I put on a grey top, hoodie, jeans and my black sneakers. I brush my hair and let my light brown wavy hair fall down to my back. I didn't wear any make up because my uncle won't let me wear it.

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I cook some bacon and egg for my uncle put it on the plate and I place the breakfast on the dining table.

I heard a big footsteps from the stairs and it's coming in the dining area. It's none other than my uncle.

I grew nervous and I went to the corner of the kitchen and look down the floor, scared what he will do to me next. He sits on the chair to eat his breakfast.