The story of my life

Chapter One

"You have bruises again Nova." My teacher Ms. Addison commented softly after the class had cleared out when last period ended.
"It's nothing. I promise. I really need to go please."
"Is there something going on at home that needs the attention of the law Nova?"
"Absolutely not. I swear. I'm just really clumsy is all." What am I supposed to say? Everything is horrible and my foster father beats me? Yeah...right. Those words would get me killed. I'm not allowed out of the house unless it's for work or school. I have no friends. I keep to myself. I obey and still he hurts me. I've never done anything wrong but he makes damn sure I know I'm worth nothing to anybody.
"If you need someone to talk to I'm here for you dear. Remember that."
"Thanks Ms. Addison. Have a good day."
I walk out of the class room and Into the hall. I rush outside to my beat up car. The first thing and only thing he every let me buy myself and that was only because I convinced him that it would help out with me not being late after school and work. He reluctantly agreed. I started my car and sped off the school premises. I couldn't afford to be late and unfortunately for me I probably will be. I pulled up to the house and parked. Jumping out of my car I hurried to the door and inside. It was dark when I entered so switched on the light.
"Your late." I hear from behind me. I slowly turned around and looked up at Roger...my foster father. Quickly I look down at my feet.
"I'm sorry. My teacher stopped me after class. Extra credit project opportunity." I was lying through my teeth but as long as he didn't call the school he would never know. 
"Okay. Your free for now. Go do your homework. Then dinner needs to be done before eight."
"Yes sir." I hurried up the stairs and to my room. My foster mother passed away a year ago. She was amazing.  I miss my real parents everyday and I still have a picture of us sitting on my nightstand by my bed. I start on my physics homework and finish it Quickly. I won't say I'm brilliant but I'm definitely not stupid. I have a 4.2 GPA And I plan on keeping it that way. School and work are my only escape from my home life and everyday I get closer and closer to turning eighteen.  I have six months until my birthday and then I'm gone from that shithole of a foster home. I look at the time after I finish my chemistry homework and it's already seven o'clock. I put my finished homework back into my bag and head down stairs to prepare dinner.  Tonight it steak with mashed potatoes and carrots.  Something simple yet delicious.  I begin preparing dinner and Roger walks into the kitchen.
"You better not fuck dinner up or you'll have to answer to me."
"I won't sir." It's better to stay on his good side rather than his bad. I've seen his bad and I'd prefer to get mauled by a bear. I turn around to grab the carrots and accidentally run into him.
"Watch where the fuck your going you little whore." He slaps me and my head snaps to the side with force. He continues to hit me shoving me to the floor. He then kicks me over and over in my ribs until I feel a crack. Suddenly he stops as I'm laying in a heap on the floor crying.
"Now get up and finish dinner. "
It takes me a few but finally I'm on my feet preparing dinner again. I say nothing as I continue to cook. I decided that tonight would be the night that I leave. Never look back and just keep on going. I have over two grand saved up in a hiding spot in my room. I won't wait until I'm eighteen. It has to be tonight. It will be tonight. No going back.