Mollie pov:
It was the day before 3rd grade. I asked my dad a question, but he became angry and threw a sharp item at me. It had cut my arm and I screamed in a pain as he punched me in the stomach.
"SHUT UP BRAT!" He yelled, after I ran upstairs to my room and fell asleep to my father destroying things downstairs.
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I walked downstairs and my dad told me to keep queit about my scars and bruises. I nodded my head as I walked to the bus stop. When I walked onto the bus, I had to sit next to a boy. I was terrified he was going to hurt me, but he never did. I cried until I got to school. Once in my classroom, my teacher called me up to her desk.
"Where did these come from?" she asked pointing to my scars.
"The neighbors dog." I lied quickly, remembering what my dad said.
"Okay." she said and guided me back to my seat.
Third grade went by fast and so did fourth grade. I never made any friends both years. I grew up faster than the other kids. I had no choice. I realized when to run from my dad, like when he was drunk or pissed off. School was going fine, we got five new kids at our school. They weren't brothers, but they acted like it. They were divided throughout the 5th grade classes. Two of them were in my class. One sat infront of the classroom. He had blonde hair and spoke with an Irish accent. He would also eat when ever he could. His name was Niall. The other boy sat next to me. I was scared of men and boys. I never spoke to one unless I was forced to. This boy had brown hair and blue eyes. I stayed quiet and never got cloes to him. His name was Louis. Then it happened, he poked me were my dad had hit me that morning. I tired to hold back tears but one slipped out.
"Are you okay? I didn't mean to hurt you. I was going to ask to borrow your notes," he asked. I didnt reply at all. He asked about four more times. That's when I lost it.
"Yes, I'm fine! Why do you care?! Just stay away from me." I hissed. Than quickly cowered away, thinking I was going to be hit.
"Sorry, I just wanted to... um nevermind." he said as he looked down.
Every day he tried to talk to me. I loved hearing his voice, but I knew he was going to hurt me. Or get hurt by my dad. All men and boys would hurt me. I had missed the bus, so I walked home. Louis came behind me and spun me around.
"Wait, I want to talk to you," he said.
I didn't say anything. I just squeezed me eyes shut, waiting for him to hurt me. Tears started to roll down. Instead of hurting me, he wiped my tears away. I opened my eyes and said. "You... you aren't going to hurt me?"
"Hurt you? Who would ever hurt you?" he asked.
Oh no.. I had said to much. I turned around and ran to my house. Luckily, my dad wasn't home. I had to hide everything from Louis and the others. I never became friends with them, but they tired to become friends with me.
Hey guys.. hope you like it so far... please comment on what you think and please dont leave hate. The next part will be written next sunday...
