Finally Safe

Chapter 15

CHARLOTTES POV

I had just gotten home from my first day of my sophomore year. I looked around as I entered the house and smelled the air. I couldn't smell any type of drugs in the air and the house was quiet. I quickly snuck to my room just in case my mother was here.

Once I had entered I was able to release the breath I didn't realize I had been holding. Then proceed to do my homework.

After a few hours I still don't hear anything in the house. My mother had obviously left for a weekend trip that would last at least two weeks. I feel a vibrating in my pocket. It's the cheap, flip phone Emily had secretly gotten me since my mother refuses to let me have one.

"Hello?" I say exiting my room to make myself some dinner. It's Emily on the other end and we proceed to talk about our first day. She tells me all about her new crushes, bitchy teachers, and her new clothes she got. I listen and laugh, enjoying that I get this freedom when my mother leaves.

"OMG Char, I forgot to tell you!! You won't believe who was asking around about you!!" she exclaims.

"God no, not another rumor, can't I just have one good thing happen to me!" I groan, for some reason I'm always the target of rumors.

"Oh no it's not anything bad, quite the opposite actually. Hunter Davis was asking about you!! He was telling Aaron that he thinks your super hot, and wants to take you out so badly!! Can you believe it!?!?" she's literally screaming into the phone and I start screaming with her.

"Are you serious!!? I can't believe Hunter wants to take me out!! What did Aaron do??" if Aaron didn't give Hunter my number I was seriously going to strangle him!!

"He-," the phone was ripped out of my hand and thrown against the wall. It shattered into pieces and my mothers cruel face came into view.

"What in the fucking hell do you think your doing, you piece of shit!" she slapped me across the face. After fifteen years I'm numb to any pain she causes me, physically and emotionally.

She hadn't left me here alone, she must've been sleeping off a hangover. She proceeds to grab me by my hair, throwing me onto the ceramic floor. I don't cry out for two reasons the first being that it will provoke her, second being that no one will be here to hear my scream.

She takes a beer bottle from the counter and smashes it on my head.

"I thought I told you that your not allowed to have one of those!! You were also being loud again!!" she gets on me digging her knees into my arms. She does it so hard, I hear my shoulder pop, and I bit down extremely hard to keep myself from crying out. I can taste blood from how hard I'm bitting.

She picks up the broken bear bottle and uses it to cut my stomach. She gets up and walks out of the room leaving me on the floor with a bloody stomach, dislocated shoulder, and pain in my head.

I get to my room the best I can while crawling on the floor with one arm. When I get there I grab for my emergency kit and proceed to start stitching up my stomach.

I shoot up in my bed and feel around my stomach. It's not bloody and my shoulder is okay. I take in a deep breath, it was just a dream. You know it wasn't, my subconscious says and I want to slap her. I forgot my pill again!! I turn on my bedside lamp and lift my shirt. I run my fingers over the scars my mother has given me.

Most importantly I run my fingers over the deepest one she had given me. The one I had gotten in the dream. It stretches from the top of my rip cage to the top of my pelvis. It had almost killed me but Emily had luckily been able to get me to the hospital.