the café ✓

chapter ten♡

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As I was staring at the ceiling in awe, I opened the bag of food and there was nothing inside. Dammit.

I throw the empty bag away in my trash can and change into running shorts and a tank top. I shut off my lamp and head to bed.

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I wake up in the middle of the night, around one a.m., in hunger. My stomachs was growling and I was in need of food, even if it was a granola bar.

I pull off the covers off myself, get up and avoid turning my lamp on. If my mom was up, she would know that I was awake if my lamp was on. I didn't want to risk it.

She would most likely be in the basement, drinking. Man, what a shocker. If I was quiet enough, I could sneak into the kitchen, grab some food and run back upstairs. Sounded like a simple plan. Right?

I tip-toed my way down the hall and stepped down the stairs as quiet as I could. I stopped my breathing when I heard footsteps. No, no, no, no! It was too late to run back upstairs and be in my bedroom in time with breathing heavily.

"What are you doing!" my mom slurred with a half empty wine glass in her hand.

"G-Getting some f-food," I answer while stuttering. Shit.

"No! Get back upstairs!" my mom yelled as she pointed upstairs. Some of her red wine spilled from her cup and fell onto the carpeted stairs. That was going to stain.

"I haven't eaten since noon!" I argue.

"That's your fault!" She yelled back. I pushed beside her and walked to the kitchen. I know she was behind me but that wouldn't stop me from getting what I wanted.

"You arrogant bitch! I told you not to get food!" my mom said as she put her wine glass down in the table. As I turned around to respond, she punched me on the right side of my cheek. I fell to the white tiled floor in pain. I never knew my mom was that powerful. Especially when she was drunk.

"I'm fucking hungry! Is there anything wrong with that!" I scream back as I get up quickly. If she wants to fight, it's what she'll get.

My mother runs to the wine case that was located in the corner of the kitchen and grabs a wine bottle. I'm not surprised, wine was her favorite.

"You're the biggest bitch I know. You are a useless piece of shit that is a waste of oxygen to this world!" my mom said as she smashes the wine bottle on top of my head.

I scream in pain and I knew the wine would stain my hair for awhile. The pain that was coming into my head was insane. Glass from the bottle was still in my head and I wouldn't be surprised if some got stuck.

I decided to run away and I couldn't run upstairs, I couldn't run fast up the stairs. The bathroom was open and so I run inside and lock the door behind me. My breathing was heavy and I didn't look in the mirror just yet. I wanted to make sure my mom wasn't around.

There was a chair in the bathroom for decoration but I took it out of its place and put the back of the chair against the doorknob for extra protection. My breathing slowed down and I eventually got the courage to look in the mirror.

"What. the. fuck." I whisper. I was shocked on what could happen in a matter of minutes. Tears were streaming from my eyes and they stung. What had my life come to.

My hair was red; stained from the wine. They're wasn't any glass on my hair was but small pieces were stuck in my face, waiting to be pulled out. Scratched were all among my arms, hands and legs. My legs had the biggest scratches and some glass pieces were stuck too.

I turned to the sink and took out the first aid kit. I took the peroxide, bandages, band-aids, q-tips, and many other tools out of the kit to hopefully help me get rid of these scratches.

I took the tweezers and took out all the pieces of glass out of my skin. It was very painful. Blood immediately came out of my face and arms when I took out the glass. I placed cloths all of my body and waited patiently for the blood to stop. I don't know if I will have to get stitches since they weren't that deep but it was still hard to tell.

I put peroxide on my cuts and scratches and they immediately puffed up. I can't put ten bandages on my leg, so I put a tan bandage around my entire leg. On both of them actually.

I decided that I wouldn't cover up my arms or my face. I could ask my dad to give me stitches from home since he brings home a tiny kit just in case. All I would have to do is come up with an excuse. If you're wondering why is because my mom said if I told someone, then she would hurt one of my friends she I wouldn't want that to happen. My friends are more important and could do more to help the Earth than I ever would.

About an hour later, my dad comes home and I walk out of the bathroom. I had a limp but I don't think it was noticeable.

"Hey pumpkin," my dad greets as he comes over to hug me.

"Dad, can you stitch up my face?" I asked, getting to the point.

"Come to the bathroom, what happened?" my dad asked as he basically carried me to the bathroom.

"I was at the park, skateboarding," I explain briefly.

"Okay, let me fix you up," my dad accepted as he took out the stitches.

He did stitch up my face with a total of seven stitches. Thanks mom! I don't think he noticed my legs, but I went back upstairs.

My dad does know my mom has a drinking problem but he doesn't know she's abusive. Besides, I don't think he believed my story either. He knows I wouldn't be skateboarding in the middle of the night. I had a tough time getting up the stairs but I got to my room in a matter of ten minutes. That's right.

I get into bed and stay still, giving me a chance to take a breath. My eyes closed and I fell fast asleep.

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I woke up and I knew I was going to be late to class since I did sleep in by five minutes. The stitches were still going to be in my face, but I took off the bandages and the cuts were somewhat healed. I got dressed into some sweatpants, sweatshirt and some Nike sneakers. I put my hair into a messy bun and took my backpack and slowly made my way to school. It was probably the slowest walk I had to school and I wasn't surprised.

I have to tell Claire the truth, but everyone else, I would have to hid it from. No one can know what I go through at home.

I walked into my first class, half an hour late and every stared at me for a good five minutes. They were most likely shocked at my face and my limp.

Thanks mom.

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