Aria's POV
The harsh wind blew against me as I tried to cover up my skin with my arms.
The wind felt like nails hitting hard into my skin as I started to run towards my house my school bag bumping up and down on my back.
This is probably the first time I've run home. I went over to Tilly's house after school to do homework and her parents went out so they couldn't drive me home.
I left it until six to finally get up and leave. Bad timing I guess. The weather is dreadful.
I continued to run and a nervous wreck started to form in my stomach. I never wanted to go home.
But I have no where else to go. I have to watch my back wherever I walk in my house.
I live with my dad because my mum disappeared when I was 6.
That's when it started. My dad became a serious alcoholic.
He comes home every night yelling around the house drunk and it scares the heck out of me.
I've done well keeping this a secret. No one knows except me.
When I was 10 the food started to became scarce around the house so I had to start buying my own with the little money I had.
I slowly started to get skinny enough to see my ribs and hip bones. And people started to notice.
I just lied saying I was sick and didn't feel like eating. It wasn't all that much of a lie because I didn't feel like eating anyway. I was too busy trying to survive in my house.
If my friends come over they do when dad's not home. I've worked out when he is and is not at home from watching him stumble threw the doors throwing a vodka bottle on the floor letting it smash into tiny little pieces.
When I was 13 he started to come into my room at night at try to throw me in the pool for fun. That's when I realised I'd lost him.
I cried for months but managed to act normal at school. I keep my feelings hidden deep down inside me.
I lie to my friends saying dad just doesn't like having people over or he's just out at the grocery store.
But really he's out at the bar or nightclubs.
Two years ago when I was 15 dad came home with cuts all on his face and knuckles.
I don't know why if even bothered but I tried to help him clear up his face but it was a bad idea.
He swung the bottle right into my head leaving a broken girl and a scar on the top right side of my head which I cover up with my hair or concealer.
I remember the fear in my body as I couldn't move all bloody on the floor as my dad just spat on me and stumbled away.
I couldn't believe it. He broke me.
That's when I put a lock on my door.
That's my only fear. Fear of my dad.
I was to caught up in my thoughts to see the wet puddle in front of me until I slipped and fell flat on my side.
"Fuck," I cursed rolling off my throbbing hip.
I grabbed it trying to ease the pain as I felt the water seep into my black leggings.
The dark streets were darkened again by the clouds locking away the sun from shining mimicking my mood.
I heard footsteps and my head shot around to see a tall muscular figure walking towards me.
I quickly stumbled up and the figure lurched forward grabbing my arm. My stomach ate itself as I yelped and jumped in fright.
