Saved by my Mate

                 Chapter 1 Moving

 My name is Elisa Jones. I have been bulled all my life and my Father beats me constantly. I am told I will never do it right, and after all the years I am finally starting to believe him. So when he told me that we are moving I was very surprised. When I asked him why, he slapped me across the face and said 'don't talk about it you little brat'. So that was the last time I asked him about it. I wont miss my old life at all. I had only two best friends and one of them, committed suicide. My other best friend almost died from a gunshot when her ex-boyfriend shot her. She just got out of the hospital yesterday and that's when I realized she didn't even remember me. She had lost her memories. It had hurt me a lot that she didn't remember her own best friend, but it just proved my father's point, "No one will remember you once your gone Elisa. I don't cry anymore, not after what he has done to me.

 I woke up today and I honestly felt like crap, Father beat me again last night for not making him a 'proper' sandwich. Its like wow, I didn't know there could be a proper sandwich. Ugh sometimes I think that he just makes excuses to hit me, its not like he has to make excuses though. I got lazily out of my bed and walked slowly to my dresser where I grabbed a tank top, jeans, and my sneakers. I walked to the bathroom stripped down and took a nice warm shower. When I was done I put my clothes on and I walked down stairs to the kitchen. I carefully glanced in the kitchen to make sure my dad wasn't there and he wasn't, so I quietly walked in. Hopefully he is still sleeping. I grabbed a bowl and cereal and poured myself some then I grabbed the milk out of the fridge and poured it into my cereal. When I almost had the milk cap back on when I was yanked by the hair and I cried out in pain as the milk dropped to the floor and spilled everywhere.

"Do you know how much that milk cost?" My Father said as he slammed me face first into a wall "I-I'm sorry I will pay you back. It was just an accident." I said in a pleading voice

 "You don't deserve milk, you don't even deserve to live, but I kept you around and this is how you repay me, by being just an ungrateful brat." He said as he shoved me into the wall once more before he let go and I fell to the floor

"You better pay me back for that milk." He said after he walked out of the kitchen and into the living room and I slowly made my way to my feet. I ran up the stairs grabbed 4 dollars out of my college money and I ran to my dresser grabbed a hoodie to cover my bruises and then I climbed out my window and dropped to the grass. I didn't want to go through the front door in case Father was drinking again. I slowly walked to the grocery store that's a few minutes away and when I entered the bell rang above the door. I made my way to where the milk is and I grabbed a jug and walked to the cashier and paid for it. I then got my change and walked out. I put my change in my bra and walked back home. When I got home I hesitantly opened the front door and walked in. My Father walked toward me and I held out the milk to him and he grabbed it roughly.

"Where is the change?" He asked without looking at me. I pretended to check my pockets "He didn't give it to me!" I lied in a fake frustrated voice. He looked angry and I thought he was going to hit me but he just turned around and went into the kitchen while I ran up the stairs, into my room and shut the door behind me.

 After putting away the money, I plopped on my bed and grabbed my mp3 player and I put the ear buds into my ears and I began to listen to music. I must have fallen asleep because I was very rudely awakened by falling off my bed. I quickly woke up and struggled to my feet when I heard ""You stupid lazy bum, you probably didn't even make me supper. Do you know how hard I work to supply food on the table for you, and you can't get out of bed and make me supper!" He yelled at me and I realized that he wasn't drunk which meant a very bad thing because now it is impossible to fight back because he is a very big, big man.

"I am so sorry I just lost track of time." I said with absolute fear and He straight out punched me right in the jaw making me fly and hit the floor hard. I struggled to get up but he planted himself on me and that made me really worried. He slapped me across the face and punched me in the stomach when I held up my hands to protect my face. He continued to beat my ribs until I cried out in pain and then he got off of me and left.

 I could feel blood coming out of my lip and I tried to get up but I crashed back to the floor and I cried-out once more because of the pain.

 Early the next morning I walked to the car after getting ready and I sat in the passenger seat. We began our journey. Hopefully to a better place.