This Game Called Life

Chapter 2

I blocked my face as he stepped on my head chest and ribcage. Blood was leaking out my mouth as I tried to escape the living room. My room was only a few feet away, but at the moment it felt like a hundred. I hated being home on days like this and she knew damn right why. Why was she even doing this to me in the first place? I grabbed into my stomach and crawled out the living room just for this baby's sake. Slowly reaching my room while still getting beat I managed to quickly get up and lock the door. "Aye hoe open up this damn door or I swear to god!" He yelled. I limped towards my closet and covered my ears with my bloody hands, he kept banging onto the door trying to bust it down, I already knew sooner or later he was gonna get what he wanted. I grabbed my phone out my shoe box and dialed 911 "911 what is your emergency?" Asked the dispatcher. I knew if They came down here and my mom found out, her and that Nigga would beat the shit out of me. Fuck it, I said to myself. I pulled out the battery from the phone and put it away so they wouldn't be able to track down the call. I'm pretty sure they can't track down calls from minute phone anyways. A few minutes later my vision was getting blurry and I realized the banging on the door had stopped. Crawling out the closet, I walked towards my bed and looked through the small hole I made the night before in my wall from trying to fight him off. He was laying down in his nasty ass bed listening to Levels as if nothing had just happened. Quickly and quietly I walked out my room and made my way down the hallway to the bathroom. Just as I thought....... There was a small hole in the upper right corner of my head leaking blood and it wouldn't stop. Blood dropped all over the counter and tiles as I grabbed towels and alcohol to keep it from leaking more. After 2 towels and almost a whole bottle of alcohol the bleeding still hadn't stopped. Not wanting to let my mom see this cause I know she'd beat me, I did the only thing I knew how to do..... I grabbed a needle and thread from under the sink and stitched my skin together, right there in the bathroom. Trying to keep from crying more, I tried to avoid the reflection looking back at me. This wasn't me, the girl looking back at me had her hair all over her face with blood and bruises all over her. This was nothing new anyways. I took off my nasty bloody clothes and put them in a bag to throw away later, then I stepped into the shower and turned on the cold water. My mom always said because of me that we couldn't afford two bathrooms with hot water and that I didn't deserve it anyways. I tried my hardest to rub off all the dry blood and bruises off of me because I knew better. After about 15 minutes I stepped out the shower and dried my body and hair off so my hair could cover up the stitches on my face. Then I put on grey sweatpants, a white tank top, and a grey Hollister jacket that I stole from the store. See the thing is, my older brother was always buying me new things but my mom would always find them and sell them and I just never told my brother. After I finished all that I picked up the bag and quietly walked out the bathroom careful not to make any noise. I'm surprise she didn't sell this too, I said to myself as I passed by the T.v in our living room. I walked outside to the back yard and threw the trash away, then I went back into the house. I sat on the couch and about 20 minutes then got up to go clean the house. I made my way towards the kitchen and pulled out the broom, the dustpan, garbage bags, and the glass cleaner. I turned around and Mike my mom's boyfriend was standing there smiling at me, eyeing me like I was the last piece of steak on the fucking Titanic or some shit. I kept my head down and tried to walk past him. He grabbed onto the collar of my jacket as I passed by him. "Leave me alone Mike." I murmured. "You know you a lil pretty redbone." he whispered in my ear moaning the last word. "Um Thank You but I gotta go finish cleaning so leave me alone." he got mad and dragged me to the couch. "Dumb slut." He said. He started to kiss me and shoved his hands in my pants. I put my lips into my mouth so my lips wouldn't touch his at all. I was trying to yell at one point but he was forcing his hands inside of me so hard I could barely speak. I even started crying as I was trying to  fight him off of me. After a few minutes he stood up and licked his fingers, laughing at me as he walked away. I cleaned my face up and got up from the couch and limped into the kitchen to finish up my chores. This shit hurt and if I kept limping when my mom got home she would beat my ass.

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