A Matter of Perspective

Chapter 2

Dedicated to Keetcha

    Crap. I shyly waved and picked myself up and out of his arms. He just stared at me as I started picking up my books flustered. I was about to pick up the last book, when, I was beat by a hand. My breathing hitched as he handed me my last book. I quickly mumbled a 'thanks' and walked to my seat next to him. Throughout the class, I took slight glances toward him, and everyone I did, he was always looking at me. With his constant staring, I squirmed in my seat in discomfort. As soon as that bell rang, I was out. I literally learned nothing in that class. His staring was uncomfortable. I speed-walked until I was outside and under the tree I saw on my way in here. This was the last period of the day and, I was glad. I don't think I could stand anymore of his stares. I pulled out the homework I was given in calculus and started to work on it. The pencil I was holding was my stress pencil. I know, it's stupid to have a pencil for stress, but it helps me. I was on the last question when the bell rang. I sighed knowing I had to go back to the place I called a hellhole. Who knows what I'm going to get coming today, especially since, my adoptive mother was on a business trip. When she isn't here, he usually goes overboard on the punishments. I started walking, but was interrupted by my bubby walking next to me.

 "Hey sis! Do you want a ride home?" I shook my head giving him a smile, hoping he wouldn't see through me. 

"Alright if your sure..." I nodded and he gave me one last look and walked away. I gave a quick look around before heading home.

I stared at the white door in front of me, the doors white paint is starting to chip and the doorknob is old and rusted. I looked at it for a minute until, I finally had the guts to open it. I turned the knob and took my first step inside. I smell of smoke and alcohol hit me like a ton of bricks. I turned my head back out in the fresh air and coughed and walked back in. I stumbled up the stairs and saunter into the kitchen. I dropped my bag next to the stool and started on dinner. I pulled the pot out of the cabinet and started on its favorite dinner. I grabbed all of the ingredients grudgingly and started mixing them together for the recipe. I was about to stir in the milk when I felt it breathing down my neck. I shuddered in fear as he started rubbing his hands up and down my arms. Every breath. Every touch burns into my skin as I'm reminded of memories that will forever scar me.  He started kissing my jaw line and I froze. My grip on the spatula was growing ever tighter. 

"Stop. Please." I squeaked out. My voice was tight and I was having trouble breathing. He ignored me as he continued to kiss down my neck and mess with the hem of my shirt. 

"Please stop." I said with some more courage. I felt my cheeks get warm and I realized I was crying. I felt around and I found the switch to turn off the heat. I turned it until I heard a click. I struggled against his firm hands as he started to rip my shirt. He smacked me across the face to where my head cracked from the force. He pulled me by my hair so I looked at him straight in the eye.

 "Now now, we don't want your father to find out do we?"  My eyes widened in fear if told. I shook my head violently back and forth. He smirked, "now that's a good girl." He said like I was a dog. 

"Now that we cleared that up let's get back to where we started." I cringed at the thought. Tears were now freely flowing down my cheeks. 

"Hey, don't cry, I don't want to hear you cry, I want to hear you scream." With the statement, my body was racking with sobs. He yanked me on my feet as he pushed me forward, and up the stairs. He opened my fake bedroom and pushing me on it hard enough to hit my head against the wall. I screamed as I made impact. He only ripped my sweatpants off in return. I just cried louder. He choked held me as he took off my undergarments. His grip on my throat tightened as he unbuckled his pants and pulled them off his feet along with his boxers. I started to squirm under his vice grip because, I couldn't breath. My heart was beating out of control and all I wanted to do was sleep. My wish was starting to come true as black dots started to cloud my vision as my scratching and struggling came to a halt. My body went limp and the last thing I wanted, was to be dead.

Sorry it's short. Tell me what you think. And I'm am going to try and update every monday and friday.
-Autumn🦉