Suicide Saviour

Chapter 1. Lost.

My name is Avery Lee. I'm 17 and my story is not very interesting at all. I live with my moms boyfriend. I don't really have a choice. She died of cancer a year ago and left me alone, with him, the monster. I don't have any sibling either. But my best friend is very close to me. Eva is always there for me, I don't really tell her about my life because there are better things to talk about, and I don't want her to leave the loner.
I have a boyfriend. His name is Jackson and we are pretty close I guess.

Avery's POV
I set an early alarm, maybe I would wake up before the monster. So I took a shower and put on quick makeup. I wore grey jeans with a red shirt saying California, along with a grey hoodie and my only shoes( An old pair of black trainers with a hole in). I grabbed my bag and sneaked downstairs hoping I'm not heard. I don't hear any noises in his room.
I walked through the kitchen, deciding to skip breakfast again. But I'm met with a loud snoring in the living room. This is it. This is where I die. I tried to sneak past, I could smell weed and a mix of drinks on him. I got past the sofa, when the snoring stopped. I didn't dare turn around. I just stood there, I could feel my face heating up, and I began to sweat. Before I could snap out of the fearful trance I knew he was coming for me.
I just want to run. What if I ran? Last time I did he found me, it wasn't pretty. I'll have to run. I'm gonna run.
I take a leap forwards over smashed glass and I make it to the front door.
I finally made it! This is great.
I try to open the handle before I feel a strong force pull me away,  I tried to grab onto the door but I wasn't strong enough.
"Get off of me!!" I screamed dreading what happened next.
" Trying to sneak out to meet all your little boyfriends?!YOU FUCKING SLUT!?" He screams in my face, grabbing me by the neck, pulling me up against the wall.
"I..I'm...Going....To..S..School.."I barely choke out. He can sense the fear in me.

He slams by body to the ground kicking me a countless number of times. I cry in pain.
"STOP..PLEASE...." I hold back my tears as he walks away and it takes me four tries to sit up. I wipe my face, covered in blood.
You deserved everything he did. You are WORTHLESS.
I manage standing and I open the door and limp to school, I try to walk normally. I go into the bathroom covering up my bruises on my face. Red marks surrounding my neck were hard to cover up and they were slightly visible but nobody would notice anyway.

LATER AT SCHOOL

I am hugged tightly from behind. I cringe at the pain and try not to show it in my face.
" Hey baby, Are you coming over tonight?" Jackson asks kissing my neck from behind.
"Why?" I ask pulling away.
" Oh you know , a bit of fun" He winks at me.
" You know I don't want to.." I said looking up at him confused at why he's still asking. I'm not ready for that.
" You know, you're suck a fucking wimp sometimes " He said angrily.
I tell him I wasn't ready yet, before he walked away.

I met up with Eva and talk about school and stuff. At lunch I sat alone because she had a meeting or something, although I didn't eat anyway. I could hear shouting behind me. I turned quickly to see a fight, I rolled my eyes and turned around again.
Can't they just grow up. Can't they fight somewhere else.

Why don't you move somewhere else you loner. Die.

I went to Maths after that. I say at the back. The class filled up apart from the two seats next to me. Of course.

Nobody likes you.
I looked up as I saw the teacher shouting at some guy. The same guy who was fighting in the canteen?
He came and sat in the only empty seat. He got told of multiple times for having his feet on the desk.
"Excuse me sir but this is a classroom not a living room! Get your legs off the desk! For the last time!" The teacher shouted from his desk.
The guy didn't move, he pulled a face and stayed there.
What a douchebag.
" Is it that hard to get your fucking legs off the desk, or are you just deaf" I said letting my anger getting the better of me.
He looked up at me angrily.
" Can't you just keep your little mouth shut and mind your own fucking business?" He said leaning back.

I would have said something back but, a sharp pain ran up my ribs. I put my hands on my chest and I was trying to look okay.
" The hells wrong with you?" The guy said from behind me.
The bell went and I just sat there gripping my chest. I felt like I was being punched. The guy stood up and looked at me grabbing his bag.
" What's. Wrong.With.You?" He asked folding his arms looking at my hands.
" Nothing, I'm fine" I said picking  mine up and trying to act normal again.

I ran to the toilet making sure it was empty. I lifted my shirt and I saw it. A bruise, it covered my chest and below, a section running up my shoulder.
It looks so ugly. You deserve worse.
Don't cry you bitch. Get over yourself.

So I went home. I knew I would be late. 
I knew he was there.

I knew what would happen