Unloved [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter Three

I slipped on a pair of my favorite pants. They were stretchy and comfy yet fashionable. I leaped down the steps in glee. I was happy to get out of the house. I had to make sure that I was back before anyone got home.

I continued to skip happily and I decided that I would go to the park. No one was there. Perfect.

I sat on the old creeky bench. The paint had faded and had countless scratches and marks on it. For once, I felt as if I was at peace.

My short blond hair swayed effortlessly becuase of high winds. My music was blasting through my earphones so I couldnt hear anything, but as I looked up from my phone I saw a tall figure standing firmly in front of me.

"A-a-am I in your way?", I asked nervously while tightly gripping my phone in my right hand. " N-n-no.", he replied slightly chuckling.

"Oh, I was just checking.", I said with fear in my voice. I had never been alone with a boy before. "W-w-what's your name?", he asked in curiousity. "Sarah.", I stated plainly eyeing his arm. I guess he must have caught me because he quickly pulled down his sleeves. " Cat.", he replied smirking.

He was tall and kind of scrawny. He looked like he hadn't eaten in days. He wore a long-sleeved Domo jacket and blue jeans. His golden brown hair swayed effortlessly in the wind. He's blue/green eyes seemed to pierce my soul.

"What's your name?", I asked more confidently. " C-Chris.", he replied shyly. " Oh, that's a cute name.", I said without taking a second though. ~Shit, I thought to myself~ I didn't know how he'd react. " Thanks.", he replied.

We started to talk even more as time when by. As we began to talk more, the conversations began to get more serious.

" D-do you cut?", he asked out of nowhere. I didn't know how to react. At first, I was a bit angry. How dare he ask me such a question?! But then I began to realize that he was just like me. He was a troubled soul longing for help. He needed a friend.

"Yes.", I replied." So I guess you know that these cuts aren't from a cat?", he asked. "Yes.", I said while slightly chuckling.We began to talk more and more and we ended up exchanging numbers. I found out that he even went to my school. He'd been there for three years! I'd never noticed him. I was too intertwined in my own troubles. We talked some one for a great deal of time. I then relaized that my father would be home any minute and so would Emily and Rick!

"I-I have to go.", I said in a troubled voice. " W-was it something I said?", he asked in genuine confusion. "No.", I sternly replied. "It's my dad." "I have to go now.", I said as I hurried home. " Okay, I'll call you?!", he said in the distance.

I had gotten home just as dad was pulling up in the yard. His headlights spotted me coming from the park. I knew I was in trouble. I peeped in his car and I saw an unfamilair woman with him. She looked like a prostitute. My stomach churned at the thought of him having sex with her.

I hid behind the corner, but I knew that it was too late when I heard his footsteps coming toward the back of the house. There was nowhere to run so I just accepted the fact that I had slipped and gotten caught.

" Where the fuck have you been?", he growled at me. " I've been out and about. Why do you ask?", I asked without a second thought. " I don't need a fucking reason to asked you where the fuck you've been you little cunt!", he roared. " Honey, are we gonna do this or what?", the woman from the car called. " One moment darling.", he said with a smile. " If I go in this house and it's not fucking spotless, you'll regret it.", he yelled at me. I knew I was in for a beating now. I hadn't gotten back in time to do my chores! He took the woman and scurried into the house. I was sickened at the fact that he was having sex with her while his wife was somewhere out there.

" This place is disgusting!", I heard the women screech. " Here's your money back honey. I can't work under such conditions!", she yelped. I saw her as she called a cab on her phone and dad tried to reason with her. I knew that I had screwed up. When she left, his anger would be transfered directly to me.

"Sarah!", he called. " Get in here fucking now you little whore!", he screamed. As soon as I entered the room he gave me a blow to the head. I tumbled down the stairs and landed in the bathroom against the tub.

"Why didn't you clean the goddamned house!?", he asked in blatant fustration. " I forgot.", I answered hesitantly."Well let's see if you'll forget again after this!", he yelled. He grabbed a bat and smashed on of my ribs in. He beat me until I practically stopped breathing. When he was finished, he kneeled down to my level. " Let's not forget again, huh?", he said angrily as he spit on me and left. I layed there and I finally got up and reached for anything sharp. I couldnt get to my room to find my razor so I broke a peice of glass off an old unused mirror.

I began to gash my skin and cut deeper than I ever had. The blood soothingly flowed from my fresh cuts. I opened older cuts as well. I layed there in my warm blood for a minute and then went through my normal procedure to clean it up. After I had gotten it up, I showered and banded my arm up. I then brushed my teeth and hair and went to sleep. I knew that I had to attend school the next day. I already had too many missed days. One more day and dad would be sent to jail.