Secrets & Lies

Chapter 2

As she stepped inside, she realized that in the rush of getting to school this morning, she had forgot to take out the trash. She had done everything else- cleaning up the kitchen, unloading the dishwasher, and finishing up laundry. But she knew she would have to pay consequences for those mistakes. She went to her room and dropped off her backpack. Suddenly, she heard footsteps. Here comes the punishment that she deserved for forgetting.

"I'm sorry, mother." were Amy's first words when she saw the woman who stepped inside her room.

"Sorry doesn't cut it. I don't care about your fake sorries. You could care less about this household or anything because you are a selfish brat who only cares about herself. You never even cared about your sister Penny. I hate you so much, I wish you were never born." replied Amy's mother. "And... did you wear that to school? That shirt is so short, it barely goes past your hip! And those jeans are way too fitting. Why do you even wear clothes? Why don't you just go naked?"

Amy stood there not saying a word as she saw her mother open her closet and grab the thickest metal hanger she had. The next thing she knew, the metal had hit her skin, stinging it as jolts of pain shot through her body.

"This will teach you to not be a selfish ass next time!" Amy's mother yelled as the hanger slapped Amy's skin with a loud whoop on the other arm. The pain was unbearable, and it brought an uncontrollable amount of tears to her eyes.

"And maybe these bruises will remind you to wear actual clothes! And stop your fake tears, no one cares if you cry!" her mother spat as the hanger hit her thigh this time. She felt the hanger push into her skin and burn it like fire. The tears kept flowing as she tried to cope with the pain. With that, her mother threw the hanger at her and walked away. The hanger hit her hand and left a large red mark slashed across her fingers. She lifted up her sleeves and jeans to see bruises covering them both as the pain persisted. She hurried to the bathroom, splashing cold water on herself. But even that couldn't numb the pain she was feeling. She was crying again, harder than before as her face puffed up. She stared at her useless face and bawled even more. She felt the pain all over her body, not only on the outside but on the inside as well. If the woman who had seen her since the day she started breathing believed she was a worthless human being, Amy thought, maybe she is one. She felt overcome with sorrow as she realized she wasn't loved. She ached inside and out. It wasn't just the bruises on her skin- it was the scars left in her heart that made her feel the worst of all.