Skylar's P.O.V.
I walk back to my house as usual, thinking about today's events. By the time I get home, it's only 4:26. I open the door as silently as possible, then slip up the stairs and into my room.
I carefully change into shorts and a tank top, knowing I wouldn't be going anywhere else today. I make my way over to the bed and lay down face first.
I couldn't help but feel sorry for myself. All of this goes on in my life. The bullying is one thing, but everyone knows about it.
The abuse is way worse. I have to come up with excuses for everything, and I can't tell anyone about it.
My best friend, Spencer is the only one who I can talk to when it comes to abuse. But what's the point? She can't do anything about it.
*Bing!*
I reach into my back pocket and pull out my phone.
Speak of the devil.
Spence❤🐒: Where were u 2day @ school!?!?!?!?!?
Me: Library.
Spence❤🐒: Why??
Me: Long story
Spence❤🐒: So shorten it. Just tell me the important stuff.
Me: The 3 god's know about my bruises.......
Spence❤🐒: What?? They know ur abused????
Me: No. Just that I'm covered head to toe in bruises.
Spence❤🐒: How???
Me: Queen Bitch tripped me in the hall and my sweatshirt went up. So they rolled up my sleeves and saw more bruises. I ran away before they could ask any questions. Then I just spent the day in the library.
Spence❤🐒: What r u gonna do??
Me: I'll just avoid them. They can't find out okay?
Spence❤🐒: Good luck girl!
Me: Thanks, I'll need it. C u 2morrow Spencer 💕
Spence❤🐒: Bye, call me if u need me
I put my phone to charge and pulled the blanket up to my chin. A little nap couldn't hurt.... I closed my eyes and slowly began to doze off until my bedroom door bursts open and in came my father.
"What do you think you're doing, you little bitch!?"
"Nothing. Sorry, Sir."
"Go make my god damn dinner!"
"Yes, Sir." I said standing up.
"You're getting too fat. No food tonight. Make mine and go straight back to your room."
"Yes, Sir."
I hurried to the kitchen and began making Fettuccine Alfredo. My father's favorite.
Half an hour later, it was ready. I put his plate on the table, then went up to my room.
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One Hour Later
"You ready for your beating, slut?"
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Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️
Teen FictionTerrible story, don't read. I didn't have my own mind when I started this, and only wrote what everyone else was writing. This isn't me and I hope you don't judge me by it. Probably deleting soon. Completed: 02.29.2019 100k Reads: 02.06.2019 200k Re...
