Under The Scars

Chapter 4~A Release from the Pain

I guess its not the most normal thing for me to wake up somewhere and feel safe, but thats what i felt. Not for long though seeing as i knew i had to get home before my dad woke.

I should have stayed home. Even though i probably would have froze to death, if my father finds out i ever stayed somewhere else i would be dead meat. I shudder at the thought of his fury that would be released. I look around the room finally noticing that there was creme colored walls with 3 beige couches and a fireplace. It was a really nice home, and i knew that i couldnt intrude any longer.

I unwrapped myself from the blankets, and limped towards the door. I could feel every single bruise on my body, aching from not being treated. I kept walking through the pain and left the house as silently as i could not wanting to wake owen or his mom if she were home. 

Shuffing down the sidewalk I see my house a few doors down. I didnt even know i lived this close the Owen. I guess thats cause i dont hang out with anyone, so whats the point in knowing that anyway. I slip through my grass, feeling the morning dew soak my bare feet. Shuddering from the cold I slowly go up to the door. I try the doorknob only to realize its still locked. I slide down the door, and wait for Mark to get up. 

About 2 hours later I hear pounding footsteps moving around and soon enough the door slams open. "Oh, look its the snotty girl who made her mother leave, I thought leaving you out there all night would get you killed but i guess not" he snapped in a scary tone. I kept my head down as he told me to make him breakfast. I rushed to the kitchen not wanting to get beat for taking too long. 

I cracked some eggs, and made toast. I hurried to complete the meal, and serve it to him before he left for work. He works at a gasstation, but all the money he earns from there either goes to booze or the club downtown. I shudder at the thought of all his nasty older friends and what they do, but im just glad he hasnt brought them over yet.

I call Mark and let him know his food is done. He enters the kitchen and takes his plate heading to sit in front of the TV till he has to go to work. I know ill have to go pay the bills, pick up some more alcohol with my fake ID and then clean as much of the house as i can. I rush picking up my mess in the kitchen. Smelling the alcohol on Marks breathe as he comes up behind me repulses me but I cant move anywhere. 

"You better get me some more alcohol fat ass " Marc says with a mocking sound in his voice. I nod my head fast and he leaves stomping out the door to his job. Feeling a littler calmer now that he's gone i head out of the house to get the alcohol. I walk down the road seeing all the leaves fall from the trees, and i know its gonna snow soon, and thats the worst time of all, with no coat. Also if i get kicked out of the house ill surely have no chance of surviving outside. 

I hear a slam and dont think about what it was until im being pulled to a stop. I turn and see an angry Owen. He's screaming and freaking out, but i cant understand what he's saying because im too afraid to listen or look at him. I back away with fear evident in my face, and i make a run for it, going as fast as i can. I dont turn around, because i know he could be there. 

Running into the liquor store i grab the 8 pack, i show my fake ID and then pay in cash, never a credit card, just incase i get caught. Slipping out of the store, i take a different way home not wanting to run into Owen anytime soon. I go into my house putting the beer into the fridge, and then i get to cleaning the house. I vaccumn the floor, and wash the dishes. Throwing out around 12 beer cans, and bags of fast food. I scrub the kitchen floor, and then finish by taking out the trash. The last thing i do is start the bills. 150 $ for the electric, 100 $ for the heat, and then 50 $ for the TV. Knowing my check will be around 350$ the rest of it will go to the food that Mark doesnt bother to buy.

I know i have to work tomorrow, but that'll just piss of Mark because then he knows i wont be at his every beck and call. Sometimes he's cruel though and comes into the diner, and acts all lovey dovey, making me call him dad as he jokes around with the other workers. I think thats one of the worst things he does, because i stopped calling him dad, when he stopped being one to me. 

I really never knew why my mom left, but i've come to believe its because of me, seeing as she said goodbye to my father but never me. I hold my tears in, and get back to cleaning, trying to find anything to clean so Mark wont hit me for somethings not being clean.

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Around 7 hours later Mark comes stumbling through the front door, cursing at the floor as he stumbles the the ground. He gets up and slams the door shut turning to look at me with a sinister smile. "Why does it look like you didnt clean in here, whore" yells mark. "I...i......i.....i di...did" i stuttered out to him. " Sure you did you probably just whored around with some boy" I looked up sharply just in time for the slap to my face.  Not stopping there he grabbed my chin

"You know if i brought my friends here, im sure they could have a good time with you" he smirked evily. I looked down scared to look at his face. He punched my gut multiple times, and let me slide to the ground. He walked away, leaving me cowered on the floor on my knees.

I crawl to the stair, and pull my way up them slowly. I would be out of this house if i could, but im not 18 yet, and he has my college savings, and also if i tried to talk to the police it wouldnt work sinse he has a good friend on the police force. I crawl slowly into my room, and pull my way into my bathroom. I climb out of my clothes, and take the cold metal to my skin. 1,2 ,3,4,5 slices, letting the pain seep out. I run the water, and feel the stinging pain, but i let it sting not caring. I clean myself, scrubbing and trying to get the feeling of his grubby hands on my face.  I stumble out of the shower, and get dressed, slipping into bed i fall to a restless sleep, filled with nightmares, and horror stories i call my life.

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