Being Me

Chapter 3

I walk into the locker room where my boss is standing. I put my things in my new assigned locker and turn to face him. He asked me why I was late. I pondered for a minute and wondered what should I tell him. I told him the story of me having a dentition and why and he listened. He let me off this time but he said that I was not to be late again because he doesn't tolerate it. During my time at work I learned more about the boss. He is in his mid forties and he is married to the cook. They have 2 children which I later found out would work with me sometimes. I was excited to meet them apparently they went to my school and their son was in my grade. After work I went home and no one was there. I was so thank full. I went to the bathroom to take a long warm shower. When I stripped my clothes, I saw purple and green bruises all over my stomach. I started crying. I could not get over the fact that my mother would let him  beat me. She agreed with whatever he said. She was like in some sort of trance. I wish so much that she would realise it. My parents divorced when I was 3. I still visited my real dad until my mother met my step dad. My mom and step dad have been together for the past 7 years. ~~~BACK TO REALITY ~~~ My shower was running really cold. I hurried out and got dressed and ran to my room. I finished my homework and went to bed not wanting to finish unpacking the boxes. Suddenly I wake up to my bed room door slamming shut. In comes my step dad I am assuming. My assumptions came true when he flicked on the lights. He pulled me out of bed and started beating me and slurring his words. Go figure he is drunk nothing that new. I take the beating trying not to cry out in pain. Next thing I know I start feeling light headed. I was starting to get scared. This has only happened once before to where I have lost consciousness. Next thing I know I am waking up in my bed when my alarm goes off. I thought it was all a dream until I stood up. I started to feel dizzy and light headed and had a horrible headache. I knew now that this was not a dream and was reality. I did my best to make it too the bathroom before I threw up. I cleaned myself up and looked in the mirror. I had a black eye and there was blood crusted around my now busted lip. I washed my face and put as much make up I could over the bruises. I went into the kitchen to start getting some breakfast ready for my parents. But there was a note saying that they had already left for work and that they would be home early to check to make sure I came home. This was not new they would go into work early to come home early just so they could "check on me" It never failed in their eyes that i was a liar, failure, slut and everything else they could come up with. I never understood it.