The New Girl (A Jelena Story)

01 || Selena

I woke up to a sharp pain on my cheek. I instantly knew who it was. I was too scared to open my eyes. "Wake up, you whore." My dad said loudly. I could smell the alcohol in his breath. I opened my eyes and saw my own dad towering over me. Fear shook through my body.

"Answer me, you ignorant bitch!" Another slap. Tears rolled down my cheeks.

"I-I-I'm up." I said as more tears slipped down my eyes.

He smirked. He grabbed my arm unexpectedly and yanked it up. He dropped me on the floor. I knew what was going to happen next and I knew it wasn't good. I suddenly felt a pain in my hip. I screamed. another kick. And another. It got more worse each kick. I could already feel the bruises coming. He kicked and kicked. I screamed as loud as a can. I sobbed loudly. Why does he have to do this to me? It was an accident. I didn't do anything. But he believes my mom died because of me. I cried. A few seconds later, he stopped kicking.

"Get up!" He yelled.

"GET UP!" He yanked my arm.

But I fell to the floor. "I-I-I can't" I sobbed.

"We'll hurry up, or I'll make you" he said almost deadly. I felt his footsteps walking away.

Once the door was closed, i tried to get myself up but I couldn't. I tried and tried. Once I was on feet, I grabbed the wall and walked to the bathroom limping and sobbing while limping. Why me? Why. I wish my mom was here to help. But she isn't. When I arrived at the bathroom I looked at myself in the mirror.

"You're a worthless piece of shit." "You're ugly" "you're fat" my minds kept on repeating it over and over again.

In the mirror I saw a girl looking at me with messed up wavy hair and bloodshot eyes with tears running down her face. She looks so broken. I didn't realize it was even me. It looks nothing like me. The old me had always a smile on her face and was always a happy person. The old me had a happy family and the old me had a father who once loved me and a mother who cared about me. All of it I lost. I lost everything. I lost my happiness. I wish I could go back to when I was 11 and re-do everything. I wished it was me who was the one who dies. Not my caring mother. What would it be like if I died instead of my mother? Probably everyone would be happy and live their normals lives without me. I sighed. I stripped off my cloths. I entered the bathtub to be greeted to freezing cold water running down my body, turning into hot. I look down at my body. I had a lot of bruises and some cuts. I touched the bruise. I winced in pain. I took a quick shower. I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my body

I went to my sink and blow dried my hair and left it natural. Wavy. I brushed my teeth, washed my face and went out of the bathroom door. I went to my closet and picked out a simple sweater along with black leggings. I grabbed my white converse and put it on. I grabbed my bag and keys along with my phone and went down stairs where my abusive father was waiting for me. I went to the kitchen and was greeted by his glare.

"Make me food." He said with a glare. "And it better be good, or you'll get it"

I nodded and went to the stove and started cooking some pancakes and bacon.

Once I was done, I put it on a plate along with some strawberries. I grabbed a glass cup from the cabinet and poured some orange juice in it. I grabbed the food and drink and went to the table where he was. I put it in front of him. He looked at it and took a bit out of the pancake. He made a satisfying face.

"Better than last time, slut."

"Now scram." "get out of here before I beat you into a pulp."

I ran out the door and ran to school. When I arrived at school, I walked into the school building and was greeted by people glaring and staring at me. Usual. People began to whisper to each other while glancing at me.

"Oh look who it is. Slutena Hoemez, decided to come to school." One of my biggest bully, Adam said.

He and his friends came up to me and surrounded me so I didn't have any place to escape. Adam grabbed my bag and unzipped the bag. He tilted the bag and everything, at once, came crashing down to the floor. He dropped my bag. I bent down to pick my things up. I felt a pain in my back. I fell to the ground. Everyone started to laugh.

"Go back in the garbage where you belong."

He kicked my backpack and his group and everyone walked away. I picked up my stuff and ran to the doorway. I opened the door and ran out into the warm spring day.