Bad Boys' Secret Weapon (On Hold)

Chapter 7

Warning: This chapter is rated mature for a scene of abuse. Nothing graphic though.

Jade's P.O.V.

I closed the door as quietly as I could behind me and started towards the stairs. "You're late." My foot hovered over the first step and panic started to set in. "Sorry, I got distracted and lost track of time," I answered hesitantly. The lights flickered on and there stood my step dad. He was in a tattered blue shirt, black jeans, and his brown hair was matted to his face. He had a beer bottle in one hand that was nearly empty and looking past him I could see the other empty bottles strewn across the living room floor.

"Where were you?" He asked slurring his words. "Just with some friends." I swallowed the fear rising in my throat and kept my eyes on him. "No doubt you were off being a whore just like your mother was," He accused. I gasped. Not because it was he called my mother a whore but because he called me one. My mother left me with him three years ago to run off with some lawyer she met. "I guess I'll have to teach you a lesson." He undid his belt all the while walking towards me. He took another swig from his beer and threw it across the room making it crash against the wall.

He gripped the belt with one hand and raised it up. He brought it down on me causing it to lash against my side. All I had time to do before the belt hit me was to cover my head and close my eyes, waiting for the hit. He hit me once for every problem in his life. 1. My mother running out on him. 2. Him being stuck with me. 3. Him losing his previous job. 4. Him being an alcoholic. 5. An extra blow as a warning for next time. How did I know the reasoning behind each blow? Because he would yell it at me for every hit. When the boys had told me to wear the dress I was okay with it because all of the bruises and cuts are on my stomach, back, and sides, allowing for me to hide them easily.

He left me at the foot of the stairs in my sorrows and walked past me up to his room where he slammed the door shut behind him. I pushed myself from the floor and stood up causing a shot of pain to shoot up my side. I groaned and tears threatened to spill from my eyes but I forced them back. I would not cry because of him. I willed myself up the stairs and shut the door behind me. I pulled my top off and examined the bruises on my sides. I grimaced at the sight of them and angrily threw my shirt across my room.

I grabbed a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top before walking into my bathroom for a shower. I let the warm water run down me, soothing over the cuts and bruises already forming. Once I was done with my shower I took the first aid kit I keep under my bathroom sink out and patched up the cuts as best I could. I slipped into my night clothes and laid back on my bed.

I pulled the blankets up to my chin and hid underneath them like they could protect me from the bad things of the world. Protection against my step dad. Protection against the mean kids from my school. Protection against the situation I had gotten myself into with the three new boys of my school all because they had acknowledged me. If only these blankets could truely protect me. If only...

So here's chapter 7. Anyways...question time.
1. What do you think of her step dad? (He really is an ass isn't he? Sorry but there had to be some kind of secret in this book and this just so happens to be Jade's.)
2. Do you think Jade will ever tell anyone about the abuse?
Comment what you think!!
Love ya angels~Kelly