Bitter Silence (on hold)

Chapter 3

I have woken from my horrible slumber, with every bit of my body all swollen and puffy. My body shivers from the cold moist air and I instantly regret the slight movement. A tear full of pain rolls slowly down my bruised and cut face, I try and move from my uncomfortable position on the cold floor, but my body is so limp and in pain my muscles refuse to work. I hear my door click open softly and I squeeze my eyes tight wishing with all my strength that it's not my father. When I open them I see my mother with a devastated look on her face " my sweet Anna, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry for giving you this life" she cries softly as a tear rolls down her eyes. She looks at me wearily, my face too bruised to create just the simplest expression. " I need to tell you something my sweet darling" she whispers whole I still look at her with no expression what so ever " I'm leavening home and you are staying with your father but you're gonna be alright okay nothing's gonna happen, I- I found someone else and he lives all the way in Texas, s-so I'm going with him, I just can't deal with your father anymore and I can't see you like this so I decided I'm leaving, I'm so sorry I just- I just" she starts to sob and runs out of my eerie room. My heart sinks when I finally understand and tears gush out of my eyes every drop taking away much needed strength. I hear the door click open again and I don't need to guess who it is I know what they're going to do but I don't care anymore I don't even want to live just send me to hell and get it over with. "WHERE'S YOUR MOTHER GOING", I lie there speechless my father screams at me and when I don't reply to him, he strikes me right in the back with all his strength. My face scrunched in pain my body losing all possible mobility and I hear my father " NEXT TIME WHEN I ASK A QUESTION YOU ANSWER" he screams with an infuriating tone. My father leaves the room leaving me completely paralyzed on the hard wood floor of my bedroom. How does he go through with this, why does he do this to me, when will he stop? I wish I could scream out all these questions at him but I fear him, he has complete control and if I question him I will most likely receive a punishment worse than death something my father will make me commit. Suicide. But I can't bring myself to do it when I try I think about the future. What if he stops? What if all this is just fake and you're just having a long bad dream? But when you face reality it's not a dream you're very much awake just taking in all the pain you can get, but does anyone notice the scars you have, does anyone seem to worry. You want people to notice, you want their help, but at the same time scared you're so afraid at what would happen if you did ask.

My father trudges back in my room and roughly sets down some soup and water. It most certainly is heart warming that he at least wants me to live, making sure my thoughts sound as sarcastic to me as they can. I eye him as he makes a gesture to leave but turns back to me " if I come back in here and you haven't touched you're food you can just lay there and I'll take you're food and won't feed you for the rest of today and tomorrow" he says with a trusting attitude, it's the one telling you that if you don't eat this, the promise he just made will surly happen. He then turns and leaves the room I work up just enough strength in my body to at least sit up and help myself eat. In less than three minuets all my food and water is gone I push it to the side attempting to get up and make it to my bed but I'm helpless and I fall right back to the floor hitting every single bruise as I fall. I let out a yelp of pain but get over it quickly as I hear noises coming from outside my door. After a while the noises stop and I hear the door slam shut. I struggle to get up and when I'm up it takes every bit in my body not to scream out in pain. I get some shoes on and walk over to the door. My small hand reaches for the door and I twist it open. glass is everywhere. Every single picture is burnt and on the floor. I walk into the living room and tears rush down my face rapidly the couch is ruined, the tables are all flipped, glass is everywhere. I look around to see that one area wasn't touched or destroyed and the picture there wasn't burnt. The picture was of mommy daddy and me, we're at the beach and I was young and didn't have any bruises, that was during the years that everything was fine and I remember that day crystal clear.

So I'm really sorry this chapter took long for me to create, I couldn't find the proper words for it and then It just hit me so I hope you like this chapter this was really hard for me cause I was crying while I was creating it but anyways I want to thank amIweird32 and apple-_-jack for all the support and getting me through this chapter please vote, comment, and follow me and them. SPOILER ALERT the next chapter is a flashback of the picture she was looking at. Thank you so much for reading this book and supporting me please, please, please comment so I can hear your thoughts on this book hopefully their all good :) :) :) xx My_secondlife