Abuse//S.M.

Chapter One

L E X I

I woke up to my screaming alarm, feeling groggy from yesterday. I sit up in my bed and find the bruises still on my legs and arms. I climb from my bed, and walk into the bathroom silently, in hopes my father was still asleep. When I see myself in the mirror, I see the large dark bruise under my right eye.

"Shit," I mumble to myself, as the memories from last night flood into my head.

I think of one more worse thing that could happen. Shawn would see this. He knew about my constantly drunken father, and he only ever saw the tiny bruises. If he saw this dark one, he would absolutely freak. Shawn was my boyfriend, and we have been since freshman year. He has seen all of the ugly I bring in, and all the worst things that have happened. I'm a junior now, and so is he.

My father knew about my boyfriend and he always thought I would run to him and just cry, and blame everything on my father.

Which I would have.

But My father always threatened my existence if I ever told Shawn. Though Shawn found out, he forced the truth out of me. I haven't told my father that Shawn knows, and I never will.

I knew that this wasn't going to be able to be covered up to I let it slide. I also recognized the cut on my lip that had dried blood on it. That could be covered up either. Instead of trying to cover those up, all I did was put on mascara, and just worried about getting dressed.

I walked to my closet picking out a pair of black skinny jeans that had a hole in both knees. Then I picked out a thin, maroon, long sleeve shirt that I put on before sliding on my black cardigan. After that I put on my white converse, and grabbed my backpack from the floor, and slung it over my shoulder, grabbing my phone as well.

I walked to the top of the stairs, seeing my drunk father asleep on the couch with a half-empty beer bottle in his hand. I begin to walk down the steps as slowly as I can, trying not to wake him up, but once I got to the last step, it creaked, and he lifted his head from the couch. He scrambled up, as I got prepared for what was about to happen, like what always happened every morning.

"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?" He yells, taking a gulp from his beer bottle.

Before I can answer, He grabs the closest thing to him, which happened to be the empty beer bottle from last night, and he threw it at me, and it hit my shoulder before it hit the wall behind me, shattering. I was shaking now, and couldn't stop. He just continuing yelling at me, and all I did was try to tune him out.

"EVERYTHING IS YOUR FAULT! YOU'RE ALWAYS RUNNING OFF TO THAT LITTLE BOYFRIEND OF YOURS. YOU NEVER CARE ABOUT ANYBODY!" He yelled, and there were tears streaming down my face.

I rubbed my arm from the pain and figured it would turn into another bruise later. I tried to walk past him, but he grabbed onto my wrist as tightly as possible.

"You tell anyone anything, you're dead." He whispered into my ear, and I shivered with fear.

Though I didn't show it.

I yanked my wrist from his grip and walked out the door. Now my wrist hurt and there was nothing I could do.

I walked to my car, quickly getting in it, and driving to school. Once I got there, I parked and walked inside. I had stares from people now, and I knew they were looking at my dark bruise and the cut on my lip. When I saw Shawn sitting at the table, he looked around the room to try and see what everyone was looking at. When he saw me and didn't even tell his friends goodbye. He hopped from his seat and ran to me as everyone looked away.

"Baby? What happened?" He asked and I just kept my mouth shut.

He took me into him, wrapping his arms around my small fragile figure, and he caressed it carefully. He let me lay my head on his chest, as I felt the stained tears on my cheeks. More tears began to fall slowly, as he held me.

"Lexi, did he do this to you?" He asked, pulling away, running his thumb across the bruise.

I winced at the pain, more tears staining my cheeks. He stopped and just gave a look of sadness on his face.

"Yeah. Yeah, he did." I whisper, my voice cracking slightly as I choke on my breaths.

"Come here." He said softly, pulling me back into him, and kissing my head.

When the bell rang, he pulled away from me and leaned in to kiss my lips softly before pulling away. He slipped one arm around my waist and walked with me to each class since we have all the same classes.

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First chapter!! Thank you to epitt12 for typing this chapter.

Probably isn't even good. If you think so, then, vote...

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-- xoxo

-KM