Beginnings and Endings

Lunch Money (edited)

~Ellie's Point of view~

"Ellie, come on down stairs before I come and get you!"

I jolted up from my bed and immediately looked over at my alarm clock.

6:31am.

I had to be at school at 7:00am and I already missed the bus. I quickly threw the warm covers off me and ran over to my dresser.

"Come on, come on," I whispered to myself, trying to find something to wear. With my clothes im surprised people even let me go into school.

Ripped, torn, ragged, over worn, kind of like my heart.

I finally found a pair of ripped skinny jeans and a casual t-shirt with a hole in the hem. 

I have been wearing this for years now and never seen this hole.

I through on a pair of white vans, and to tell you the truth they weren't really white anymore.

I hopped one foot in, hopped another foot in, im ready for the day.

"Ellie, I swear if you aren't out of your bed..." my eyes widened as I was reaching for the door handle but it swung open before I had time to move.

I heard my father, well if you wanna call him that, barge into my room.

I didn't want to what he would do to me if I was still in that bed..

His arms were crossed over his crest and his eyebrows were pushed downwards, symbolizing he was very angry.

"I, um, my alarm, I, didn't hear it." I fumbled over my words, scared of the outcome.

I hate that I stutter when I'm nervous; it makes me feel stupid.

"Ellie, ellie, ellie," He said, walking around me, starring at me up and down.

 I was now standing in front of him, he towered at least a foot over me. I wasn't short, he was just tall, really really tall and muscular, very very muscular.

 "I told you if you slept in one more time you'd be punished." He spoke and chills ran down my spine. Punished...

"Yes, sir, I'm sorry." I told him, too afraid to look in his eyes so I looked at the floor.

That's when I felt a sharp, tingling sensation come across my face, knocking me to the floor and my glasses clear off my face.

I took my free hand clutched my right cheek, trying to get the burning to stop.

He got on one knee and grabbed my chin, raising in up eye level. I knew what he was doing, he was checking for tears.

Ever since I was a little girl he would tell me,

"Tears are a sign of weakness, and if I ever see you crying ill give you something to cry about."

He let go of my chin and I stood up, getting my glasses off the floor and putting them back on.

"Now stand up straight." I quickly fixed my posture and looked at him.

Tears forming in my eyes but never too careless to let one escape.

"Now, are you going to be late for school again?" He asked me, crossing his arms back and looking down at me.

"No, sir." I whispered just loud enough for him to hear.

"Good, now get out of here." He told me, shoving me out the door and slamming it in my face.

Once I was outside I learned it was raining, well more like pouring and I had 15 minutes to get to school...by foot.