She fights

Pain

I wake up later that night in a small pool of blood and my whole body aching. Where did all this blood come from? I let out a little whimper and sit up. I'm still in my house from what I can see. In the same place where I fell unconscious. The same place my father couldn't care less what happened to me. Where I found out where he stood and where he always will. It's dark out and the house is silent. I can't see very well my vision is really blurry. Where the heck is he? He didn't even lay me on the couch or anything! 
WHAT KIND OF FATHER IS THAT?!?!
THAT JUST LETS MEN COME AND BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF HIS DAUGHTER JUST SO HE COULD GET SOME MONEY!!!!!!!
I very slowly get up. Oh my gosh I hurt so bad. I'm really dizzy and I lean on the wall for a little. My body is so ready to give up.
I'm ready to give up.
I walk into the bathroom and take a look at myself. The blood I was in was my own. I had a big blood spot on the side of my jacket. My legs had at least ten cuts on each thigh and my cheek has a slash through it. I lift up my jacket to see the wound. I couldn't believe what I saw.
A stab wound.
Stitched up.
They stabbed me then sewed the wound? Why didn't they just let me bleed out?
Why wouldn't they just let me die?
Why can't I just die?
I fell to the floor and a sob escaped me. Why did they have to cut me after they beat the crap out of me? How could they do this? Why did my dad just let them do that to me?
I cried for a long time the salty tears burning the cuts on my face and some on my legs. I haven't cried in so long. But he doesn't care that he's hurt me. I cry even harder.
I cried until there was no more tears left to let out. I soon got up and didn't even look at myself.
I can't see myself like this. It will make me cry again to see how low I've become. I walk into the kitchen. He's still not here.
I don't care though.
I don't want him to be here. I couldn't help but yell at him.
What happened to him trying to be better?
What happened to the happiness about the plans to go get real plates and utensils?
What happened to the excitement about pizza once every week? Or the money I was going to get to go school shopping?
I get a drink of water it clears my throat and makes me feel better. It's now 12:30am and he's still not here.
Where the heck is he?!
I lay on the couch slowly and carefully. I don't want to get more hurt than I already am. I close my eyes and sleep welcomes me with open arms.
I sleep for a while but I am woken up by someone shaking me and saying my name. It wasn't that good of a sleep anyways.
"Rose, Rose, Rose! Wake up!" I open my eyes and see my dad.
The devil.
The man who sold me to them.
I glare at him and I glare at him hard.
"What?" I snap loudly.
"Whoa! I just wanted to know where the cleaner was!" He says offended.
FREAKIN OFFENDED EVERYONE!!!!!
"It's under the sink in the bathroom!" I snap again.
"Geez there's no need to get mad at me I just need to clean up the blood that you bled out!" He says getting mad at me.
MAD AT ME?
IS HE BEING SERIOUS?
I just roll my eyes and roll back over. I just want to go back home. Back home to my mom, Haden and Kate. I miss them so much.
I soon fall into yet another restless sleep with tears in my eyes.
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"Hey wake up!" I hear my dad yell as he's shaking me. I turn over and my body goes on fire from the sudden movement. I look at him his hand is on my shoulder I look at it and glare at it. He slowly moves it away and I look up and see slight fear in his eyes. Good I hope he knows how much I hate him.
"It's time for school you should probably get up soon," he says softly and walks away.
He expects me to go to school after he let that happen yesterday?
"I also got you a bandage for your cheek!" He yells from the kitchen. I wince as I get up from the couch. I take my time getting up. My body hurts so much. My side especially. Where the stab wound is. I don't even think they sterilized it. But why would they. I eventually get up and stumble to the wall visible for the kitchen and grab my side. I lean on the wall for support since my legs aren't very helpful right now. I look up and see my father staring at me. A cup of coffee in hand. Staring at me with regret, sadness and anger.
"What are you staring at?!" I snap. He has no right to look at me like that. He did this to me. His eyes snapped down at his breakfast. I looked at the table and saw a bandage, three ibuprofens and a bottle of water neatly laid out. I grab the ibuprofens aggressively and shove them in my mouth and grab the water and chug it down. I snatch the bandage and I could see my dad flinch. I roll my eyes.
Whatever.
I walk to the bathroom to put the bandage on and do my morning business. Once I'm done I go into 'my room' and change out of my bloody cloths. I decide to where a dark blue hoodie, my black ripped jeans and my short combat boots. I grab my bag and walk out the room I stand there and stare at my dad until he notices and gets up then grabs his keys. We both walk out well I limp hard core while holding my side while he just walks out perfectly fine. We both get in and he drives me to school once we get there I ask him a question I've been wondering about since last night.
"What am I going to tell people when they ask?" I ask and he looks at me thinking hard.
"Um..........uh.......tell them you had an accident be creative." He says and shrugs. I nod with a tight lipped smile and get out of the car as fast as I can. I see my friends and limp over. Jax, Hunter, Jack and sadly Trey joined us this morning. Yay!!!
"Woah what happened to you?" John asks looking at me horrified. Everyone else looks at me and gasps.
"Oh ya I had an accident!" I say with a smile so fake anyone could tell. But not these people.
"Doing what?" Trey buts in. I roll my eyes at him and stare right in his eyes. I quickly look away when I see a different look in his eyes.
"Skateboarding. Ya me and my dad went there yesterday." I say and everyone nods and starts talking about their own things.
"So we are going to the beach next weekend do you want to come and show us your surfing skills?" Nick asks with a big smile.
"Oh my gosh that would be so much fun!! Of course!" I say with a big smile. He smiles even bigger and tells everyone. I look at Trey he's looking at me with a very intense look in his eye. He opened his mouth to say something but the bell rang.
Thank goodness!!!
Saved by the bell!
I basically run to my locker very painfully. I'm limping like crazy but I don't care if people think I'm 'special'. Oh well! I'm freakin in pain right now because my dad let people beat me yesterday for money! It's fine though. I throw my backpack in my locker and grab my stuff out harshly. When I close my locker I see Trey there. I didn't even jump because I've been through to much to be scared by just someone standing behind my locker.
"What do you want?" I ask.
"What really happened?" He asked looking at me with worry.
"I already told you and the others that I was skateboarding and had an accident!" I exclaim angrily.
"You and I both know that's not true." He says. How does he know I'm lying? I roll my eyes and walk away. When I walk further I feel someone drag me into a classroom. I look at Trey. Why did he bring me in here?
"Ugh! Why can't you just leave me alone? You don't need to know anything! We're not even friends! We've only hung out once that's it!" I exclaim very loudly. That was to much for my stomach wound. I stumble to the wall, grab my side and close my eyes trying to catch my breath. I open them and see Trey right in front of me looking worried. I still don't get scared. Why should I? I feel him lift up my sweatshirt but he lifted it up enough to see before I could take his hand away. His eyes widen and he looks at me with a painful look in his eyes. He then closes his eyes tightly for a little then opens them.
"Does your dad beat you?" He asks hesitantly. I laugh loudly. He doesn't have the guts to do it! He only lets other people do it so he can get money!
"Oh that was good!" I say wiping fake tears away from my laughter.
"How was that funny?" He asks confusion written all over his face.
"Oh how there is so much you don't know Trey, my dad doesn't beat me!" He's so desperate and selfish he has other people do what he'd never do, "it's much worse than that Trey," I say, the last part more softly and broken. He doesn't even know. He grows more confused.
"Then do you mind telling me how it is then?" He asks. I look away. I can't tell him anything.
"Hey it's okay you can tell me. I can tell that you need to tell someone." He says as he moves my head so I face him with a firm grip on my chin. Heat makes its way from where he is touching and somehow it makes me feel better. I look into his eyes. His gorgeous brown eyes. The way they are looking at me.
"You don't want to know and I can't trust you even if I wanted to," I say and shake my head.
"What if I help you trust me? I want you to trust me. Could you tell me then?" He asks hopefulness in his eyes.
"Why do you want to know about my twisted, horrible life so much?" I ask. He furrows his eyebrows and opens his mouth to talk.
"Well.......uh..........you see-" he's then cut off by the bell signaling class has started. I walk out in a painful hurry. I'm late again because of that stupid boy. That stupid boy with warm brown eyes and seems he actually cares. But I can't tell him anything. I don't want him involved.
But what was he going to say?