The Other Side of You

Pain Hidden Behind the Lies

Holly’s POV

I woke up sore the next morning and my head hurt every time I moved. Last night  was horrible, probably the worst, my mother wasn’t home which left me alone with him. I tried my hardest to stay out of his way but he was already drunk by 10 and started yelling. 

FlashBack:

“Holly come down here you little bitch!” he hollered from downstairs. “Make yourself useful and get me some dinner.”

Keeping my head down low I nodded quickly then ran into the kitchen. He always scared me when he was drunk, its when he got most violent and was capable of pretty much anything. I reheated some leftovers from yesterday and put them on a plate, carefully I carried it over to the couch where he sat with a beer in his hand.

“What the fuck is this garbage?” he asked as he looked at the food in disgust. 

“Your dinner, its all we have right now,” I replied in a small voice. “Im sorry.”

He threw the food down on the floor, causing me to jump back, then looked at me with a smirk. “Im not eating that crap. Now pick the shit up!”

Getting down on my hands and knees I hurriedly grabbed the piece of chicken and placed it down on the plate. From my current position down on the floor I could feel his sick gaze resting on my butt as I moved around to clean up the mess. Suddenly he was kneeling down behind me with his big, sweaty hands roaming down my body to rest on my ass. Jerking away I tried to evade his grip but he quickly flipped me over and pinned me down.

“Mmm you look really sexy right now. I could just eat you for my dinner,” he said as his hands traveled under my shirt, the heavy odor of beer on his breath making me gag. Crashing his lips against mine he forced me mouth open and slipped in his filthy tongue in my mouth. It was probably the most repulsive thing that has ever entered my mouth, I wanted it out now. Clamping my mouth shut I bit his tongue hard causing him to pull back and scream in pain.

“You little bitch!” he roared. “Im going to make you pay!” 

Grabbing my shoulders he slapped me and didn’t stop, the blows just kept coming. After he finished I laid down on the floor, bloody and bruised, holding myself together with my arms. Looking around slowly I watched as he got up and wiped his hands on the legs of his pants then walked into my mothers room. Getting up quickly I ran into my room and locked the door, luckily he didn’t come to my room that night.

End Flashback

Looking in the mirror my fingers made their way down to the bottom of my shirt and slowly pulled it up to reveal a bruise the size of his boot on my side. That bastard kicked me. Very carefully my fingers probed the blue and purple mass, it hurt horribly, how was I going to go to school today? Finally I gained the courage to look at my face, completely afraid of what I would see. My lip was busted and I had a light bruise on my jaw. Great, I thought.

It really wasn’t much but it would still raise some questions from my friends, the other bruises could easily be hidden. Sighing I got into the shower and tried my hardest to keep from hurting myself but it was impossible, every time I moved pain coursed through me. Shutting off the water I got out and wrapped myself with a towel, careful to avoid the bruise, then picked out my outfit. After I got dressed I sat in front of my mirror and tried to cover up the bruise. It lightened it a little but wouldn’t hide it completely, I sighed, then began working on my lip. There really wasn’t much that I could do with that so I just cleaned it and began fixing my hair.