Unwanted And Unloved

Getting used to it

Skylar's POV

My name is Skylar Johnson.Sky for short.I live in a small bungalow with 3 bedrooms.My Father's,My Mother's and I and my Sister's.We don't really live a life of luxury.We're not poor and we're not rich.We're just comfortable. Although my life isn't really comfortable.

I live in the attic of my house and it's really small and uncomfortable but I've learnt to accept it.Believe it or not,it's not all that bad...you see I love to read and in my 'room' there are a lot of books.Even at that I don't really have much time to read during the day but only at night.

I was brought back to reality by a slap to my face.I held my cheek feeling the stinging pain.That's sure to leave a bruise.

"Are you even listening to me,you little brat!"My mother screamed.

'Shit!.When had she entered my room.I didn't hear her come In'.I cursed my self for not paying attention to what was going on around me.

"I-i'm sorry,I-i wasn't paying attention"I stammered getting scared of what she would do to me.She just rolled her eyes and said:

"I told you that I need some clothes so I'm going to the mall with your sisters.You are not coming with us.You will stay at home,do your chores and then will leave for school.You had better get started with your chores because you have a lot to do.Also there are dishes on the sink and clothes in my room that need to be washed so you had better hurry up with them if you don't want to be late for school".

I nodded and hastily stood up.

I went to the kitchen immediately to start washing.

I was half way done when my two annoying sisters came down from their rooms chatting non-stop about irrelevant matters....probably about boys..I didn't care enough to listen.I snuck a glance at them and as usual they were wearing the shortest and tightest clothes I've ever seen.These clothes left nothing to the imagination.Absolutely nothing.

'why bother to dress at all when you're practically walking around naked' I thought.

I carried on with my task until suddenly I felt someone grab my hair.In a rough and painful way.I was turned to meet the light blue eyes of Scarlette.

''What was that?''

I didn't realized that I had said that out loud.

''I-i''

''Listen here you brat, I will not have you disrespect me and say rude things about my twin and I. If I hear another word from that ugly mouth of yours, I will hurt you so bad u wouldn't be able to walk for a week.You wouldn't want to go through that again would you?''

I shook my head rapidly remembering the last time. Forget about walking, I couldn't move a muscle for days.

Smiling wickedly,she said ''I take it that you understand what I'm saying...right?''

''Y-yes,I understand''

She released her tight hold on my hair and pushed me away. I barely managed to stop my self from falling.She walked out if the kitchen high fiving Charlotte who was waiting for her at the door way.Together they left the house and met my mother who was waiting for them in her car.They didn't eat anything...probably because they were watching their weight and didn't want to get 'fat'.

I let out a sigh of relief when I heard the sound of my mother's car zoom away. I hurriedly finished all my chores and went up to my room to get ready for school.

After having my bath and brushing my teeth.I went over to the small pile of clothes I had in the corner of my room.They were hidden behind a small pile of books because I knew that if my mother or my siblings should find them, they would claim them and if they didn't like them they would rip them apart and probably burn them. I know none of them would find them because they all hated books and would never go near them.Thus, the perfect hiding spot.

I picked out a plain white shirt and ripped black pants then pulled them on. I went into my sister's bath room seeing as I sleep in the attic and thus have no bath room.Looking in the mirror,I saw that i had a bruise on the left side of my face from the slap I received so I applied some concealer to hide the bruise. I didn't want anyone asking any questions. I went back my room and slipped in to my black vans,the only pair of shoes I had.

When I was finished I made my way downstairs and to the door. I checked that everything was in order before I locked the door and left. I had a spare key so I didn't bother about how I would get in.Seeing as I had no means of transport I had to walk the far distance to my school.My sisters were not going to be at school because they would be shopping all day..literally all day..wouldn't be the first time.

They don't realize how lucky they are..not that I wanted to spend time with my mother...I would die in her hands and plus I didn't really like her but I really needed new clothes.It's a good thing I was getting my monthly salary soon,then I could buy new clothes.Looking down at my feet,my black vans came into sight.I should probably buy new shoes too.My vans were worn and were falling apart.I've had them for about a year and a half. To be honest, I'm surprised they lasted this long.

After about 30 minutes, I arrived at the one and only CleaveWood high school.I hoped that since it was the beginning of a new semester, all the bullying and taunting would stop but I seriously doubted it.It hasn't stopped all these years so why would it stop now?.Well,even if it doesn't stop...that's ok...I'm getting used it.