This Girl has Issues...

Chapter 5: Tears, Tears, and Pears

He was on top of me. His weight was nearly crushing me. I could smell the alcohol surround his gigantic frame. I stared at the table where bottles of booze were left. He grabbed one and broke it.

 The shards of glass were sharp at the end of the bottle. He cut me continually, making scars on my arms and legs. They hurt, I would need stitches. Or I could let him end me.

Suddenly, his hands were smacking me across my face. My face burned, that was going to leave a mark. He slammed me into the wall, punching me repeatedly.

 I took a deep breath, hoping I would pass out. Tears were unknowingly flowing down my crimson cheeks. I could hear him kicking my stomach, but I couldn't feel anymore. I was numb. 

Slowly, my eyes drooped and the last thing I saw, was his face. He was smirking, as I left the world of consciousness.

I woke up in a cold sweat. It was that dream again. That damn dream. 

I looked down at my arms to reassure myself that it was a dream. I could only imagine it. As soon as I glanced down, I realized that it wasn't a dream. 

I ran to check the time. Yikes. I was late. Very late. Gosh, Hickey was going to kill me. Like murder me. Like break into my house and ask me where I was  when school started. Actually, if you imagined a fish-mutant creature with old lady glasses, so Ursula from The Little Mermaid, multiply that freakishness by a solid 30, and she still wouldn't be as frightening.  

I jumped up and scanned my room. Okay, I needed to eat a skirt. I mean, become a door. Agh, I was so disoriented.  

I snatched the first hoodie I could get my hands on and a random pair of pants. I could clean my wounds later. Grades could get me out of this hell-hole. I could not skip.  I scrambled down the stairs to get to the door. 

Halfway down the stairs, I froze. He was still here. You could tell he was hungover. The man's cold, icy blue eyes had huge bags around them.  His black hair was strewn across his head and had little strands of silver adorning it. He was sitting at the dining table, eating a pear. That poor pear, had to go through the horror of being in his mouth. Ew.

He just had to be here. I couldn't leave now. He would straight up, beat me to death. I had to figure out a way to get out of here now. Hopefully, if I make it out and go to school, he'll be gone. 

My brain clicked, I could go out the window. I could climb down from the tree outside my window. I quickly scampered back to my room and opened the window. I almost forgot to take my backpack with me. I grasped the strap and seized a branch of the tree. It seemed sturdy enough, so I put a foot on another branch. I pulled myself out of my room and hurried down the tree. 

I had gotten quite a few scrapes, but it nothing that I didn't already have. I just added them to a list of injuries I needed to tend to. 

I dashed across streets, through intersections, I almost got hit by a cat and a car, but I had time to get to my locker and grab a book. Ah, a good old book. The crisp pages sounded like music to my ears. The book smell that you get the second you hold the book, was like smelling roses. It was perfect. I still had to get to class though. 

I scurried into the hallways, when the bell rang. Argh, I was late again. I kept my head down and tried to walk really fast. I would detention anyways. But hopefully, I wouldn't. 

I had almost reached class, when I bumped into someone. 

"Ah!" I screamed. My book had gone flying and the pages were crumpled. It was a paperback book. Oh, my poor book.

I stumbled from the impact, my wounds shocked from the collision. My face hit the floor, my body following it. I was pretty sure that all my gashes were torn and bleeding. I could feel the scarlet, sticky blood oozing out of me. I laid there, for about three seconds, when someone picked me up. I could feel the muscles of the person engulf me. After a while of walking, I had so much blood loss, I couldn't stay awake much longer. My eyelids closed. Maybe this was my freedom.

A/N HI! 

WHAT DO YOU THINK PANDAS WOULD LOOK LIKE WITH A GRASSHOPPER FACE?

They would look weird thats what.

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