Sencored

Chapter Nine (9)

Sencers p.o.v

I had stayed stray of my dad as much as I could in three days. Some of my old bruising on my arms had faded to a light yellow and, some had went away completly, allowing me to show up to my shoulders if I really wanted to. But I didnt, why? Because all my shirts, that are tee's are to small for me. And that made me uncomfortable.

I took extra time in the bathroom too this morning, I took a shower--turning the water onto light spray so I wouldnt wake nobody with the loud pelts.

I peaked out from my room, the coast was clear so I grabbed a sweater, quietly and went to the living room. I jumped when I heard someone clear their throat. Huddling down I went to crawl anywhere I could fit.

I heard foot steps, which sounded like slippers dragging across the floor, and stopped where I was, I heard a sigh and then she ducked down. My mom. I wasnt scared of her as much as my dad, because she never hit me, it was the man that I call 'Dad', and she just doesnt do anything and walks away. She sometimes rats me out too. I dont get how she could do that to her own flesh and blood.

"Get out, and eat. Dont need people complaining to me when they see you." She spoke, in the begining she sounded worried, but then she ended out sounding disgusted like I was a dirty piece of trash.

I nodded, not wanting to get hit, she might not have hit me before, but she could if she wanted. And I couldnt have that if I was going to see Noah. I stood next to the counter and noticed that there was a twenty dollar bill. I felt ugly being near it, because I knew how ever much I wnted it, I would never be able to have it. Even if I took it, my mom would tell dad, and I would get beaten. And I sure as hell didnt want that.

I took the plate and waited, do I sit at the table or something? I remember when I was told that I didnt deserve to sit with family. I was dirty, and I was adopted. He always told me that. 'Your adopted. We only got you cause we felt bad for your worthless self'

"Well?" She jerked the plate into my hands, and I hesitantly took it. "Go to the table." She pushed me, causing me to stumbe forwards. I slowly sat down at the table and picked up my fork eating slowly. Noah had bought me lunch over the past days, so I guess I was eating more than I used too, and I gained one or two pounds, but you didnt see it on me. It didnt show.

"Thank you." I whispered, and poked at the bacon she had given putting the cut up strips into my mouth one by one chewing them slowly.

"Hurry up before you dad wakes up." She slapped me in the back of the head, not that hard, but it scared me incase she did it again--but harder. I nodded, and started pilling it into my mouth, but allowing myself to chew. I felt eyes on me the whole time, but I didnt do or say anything, I just kept eating until I didnt feel well, she put to much on the plate.

"I... Im..." I tried to put together a sentence, but being in the same room with the woman that regected my constant calls for help when I got beaten didnt lighten things up.

"Yah, yah. I can hear you dad, hurry and get out." She instructed, and I nodded, rushing to get up, I gave her the plate, I was about to pull away, but she grabbed my hand and quickly stuffed the twenty into it. A light smile played on her lips, before her facial features filled with hate. What? "Get out you sick bastard." She said quietly enough for me to hear. "Get out!" She yelled. "Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out!" She repeated only getting louder.

"I... Thank you..." I whispered before running from the kitchen as I now heard my dads footsteps coming from the hall.

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I reached out and knocked on the door, I turned around and waited for somebody to come and answer; the rain drops pelted the road hard, letting the water that was already resting there bounce back up. Shivering I pulled my hood down, and reached back into my pocket, making sure the twenty dollars was still there.