Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love Human Walls

Skylar's P.O.V.

I wake up in the morning to a loud banging coming from outside my bedroom door.

"You're gonna be late for school, you little slut!" My father shouts from outside.

I groan loudly and roll over so I'm facing my desk, then glance at the alarm clock sitting comfortably on the wooden surface.

7:43.

Shit.

I shoot out of bed, immediately crippling to floor in pain.

Damn. Last night he really went all out.

I slowly and carefully make my way to the bathroom and turn on the shower. I strip from yesterday's bloody clothes and climb in, quickly scrubbing myself, making sure to wash off any visible dry blood.

I finish in the shower at a record time of five minutes. Then hurry back into my room to cover any obvious bruises.

I worriedly glanced back at my alarm clock to check how much time I have left before school starts at 8:00. My dad won't let me have a car, and it's a twenty minute walk, but only ten if I sprint.

When I feel that my bruises and cuts are thoroughly disguised, I swing my door open and rush down the stairs to the kitchen. I grab a granola bar off the counter, then make my way to the front door. Just as my finger tips touch the knob, I hear a deep voice behind me.

"Where do you think your going, you little shit?" He slurs angrily. Yep. He's drunk, this won't go well.

"School." I answer simply.

"Without saying goodbye?" He smiles evilly.

"I'm late. My alarm didn't go off."

He let's out a low chuckle, sending shivers down my spine.

"You're not going anywhere, slut."

With that said, he wraps his hand around my throat, pushing me against the door. I feel my feet leave the ground and let out a quiet whimper.

"Shut up, you whore!"

I feel a sting against my cheek and come the the conclusion that he had once again slapped me. I close my eyes, preparing myself for what's yet to come.

Nothing does.

I slowly feel my small figure being returned to the ground where I was once standing. I'm no more than an inch away from the monster I call my father. I feel his breath in my face as he opens his mouth to speak.

"Be home by 4:30, you worthless brat. Or don't expect to see daylight again."

"Yes, Sir." I respond with a nod.

And with that, he releases me and backs away reluctantly. I take that as a sign to leave and turn at lighting speed to open the door. I run out of the house, closing the door behind me.

I speed up with every step while making my way down the road to Eastwood High. No more than ten minutes later I arrived at the front entrance.

Just as I'm about to walk in, I hear a loud roar behind me. I tilt my head to the side slightly and watch as they pull into the parking lot.

Three motorcycles speed through the streets, passing any cars looking for spots to park. The three owners of the motorcycles come to school together every day. Is it really that hard to just take one car? Maybe it's just for show.

After they all find parking spots, I let my eyes drift to the one in front. Grayson Edwards. The hottest guy in school, no doubt about it. I watch as he slowly removes the helmet and girls begin to swarm around them.