The Lovely Abused

Chapter 7:

We all got packed up since fall break ended. It was awkward after what happened with me and Blake, I kind of ignored him sometimes. I packed my last shirt and went into the bathroom, I took a shower and put on jeans and a jacket. I walk out and grabbed my bag, I went outside in the chilly weather and put my bag in the back of the truck. The wind blew hard at my damp hair, making it colder.

We all got in the car and I sat in the back with Alex who was wearing booty shorts and a pink shirt. The boys both wore jeans and a different shade of red shirt. It brought out Blakes hair color and Reggies eyes. Blake looked at me through the rear view mirror, I quickly looked away and put my hands in my lap.

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I grabbed my bag and said goodbye to Alex and Blake as I walked on the driveway of my house. I hesitantly walked up to the front door and opened it to be greeted with the smell of beer, cigarettes, and the place was a mess! I closed the door and turned to the stairs to see my dad on the staircase.

"Dad!?" I said surprised.

"You fucking left!" He stumbles down the stairs in rage.

"It was only a week." I state.

"A week my ass!" Dad gets to the bottom of the stairs and slaps me across my face making me whimper. "I didn't eat for three fucking days!" Dad yelled.

"Oh please, dad!" I scoffed. "If I can go a month without eating, I'm pretty sure you can go three days!" I fought back, which I shouldn't have because that caused him to wrap his fingers around my neck applying pressure.

"I will NOT allow you to treat me like trash! You're the one who belongs on the street!" He yells letting go of my neck but punches me in the face. As I fall to the ground he kicks me as hard as he could at my stomach, legs, and back. "We're having dinner at the Andersons." Dad calmly says and dusts off his shirt and walks up the stairs. After he leaves I lay there and curl up into a ball, it was painful to move.

After I finished cleaning up the house we had to go to Blakes house. I stayed in my same outfit as we were just going to eat pizza and salad. My dad walked there while I limped there.

"Clean your lip up, it's bleeding." Dad says brushing his hand harshly against my lip. He rings the door bell and Mr. Anderson opens the door.

"Hey Henry!" Mr. Anderson says happily, shaking my dad hand. Dad acted as if nothing happened. Not a single thing. "Hey kiddo!" Mr. Anderson said giving me an uncomfortable hug.

"Hi Mr. Anderson." I said quietly.

"Please, call me Drew!" He smiles and lets us in. It was weird to be around someone so happy.

"Go help Mrs. Anderson with dinner." Dad commanded me as he hit my back where the bruise was. I walked into the kitchen where Mrs. Anderson was.

"May I help, Mrs. Anderson?" I say and she turns.

"Could you set the table?" She asks and I nod. I set five plates down along with the salad and three different selections of sauce and then the pizza arrives. We all sit down at the table and Mr. Anderson speaks first.

"So, Jordie, who gave you that bust?" He asks and my dad tenses. He gives me a death glare from sitting across from me. Dad sat in front of me with Mr. Anderson next to him, Mrs. Anderson at the head of the table, and Blake next to me.

"Yeah, when I dropped you off you looked fine?" Blake added.

"I just got into a fight." I said staring my dad down.

"With who?" Blake asks putting his hand on my back.

"Don't know?" I answer giving Blake a glance then starting at my dad. "But I surely know, they'll get what's coming to them. Soon, and by me." Dad kicks me from under the table and I stop my stare down with him.

After the dinner I helped clean up and then Mrs. Anderson made me and Blake go up to his room because Drew and my dad needed to discuss business.

"What really happened?" Blake asks once We get to his room.

"I went to the mall and this teenager didn't want to give up the last M•A•C mascara and she hit me!" I respond trying to sound mortified.

"Mascara?" He asked and I nodded. "I know that's not true." He get up and walks to me as I hit his desk. "Many people don't get what they deserve, and many people don't deserve what they get." Blake pushes back my hair from my face and leans into me. "But I'll make sure he gets what he deserves." Blake leans in and presses his lips against mine. I put my hands around his neck as he lifts me up into his desk. "You deserve so much more." He whispers against my lips.

I crash our lips together and he unbuttons my pants. He starts kissing me down to my neck as I put my hands into his pants, he groans and bites down onto my neck.

"Jordie!" I hear my dad yell. I push Blake off and button my pants.

"I'll see you later." Blake winks at me and gives me a kiss that surprised me.

"Why?" I say. "Why me? You're a popular person and I'm a nobody. You could have any girl at our school, but you chose me. Why?" Before he could answer my dad barges into his room and grabs me by my arm. The only thing I could remember is the shock on Blakes face.

When me and my dad got home he pushed me making me hit the ground. The impact was so hard I smelled blood and felt dizzy.

"What the hell was that!" He yelled. "They kept on fucking asking me how you got that busted lip! Then you talk like that at dinner!!" He gets on top of me crushing my body then punches me in my stomach. I groan in pain as a small tiny tear drops off my face. "Say a word to any one and this will be worse." I didn't understand what dad meant, but then he twisted my wrist back. I heard small crackling noises, I screamed and kicked dad off of me. I got on all fours but didn't put my right hand on the ground as it hurt. I coughed up blood and my vision blurred, I felt light and numb. I fell over and watched everything go dark.