Bullied Nash grier (On Hold)

Chapter 1

Emma Marie

I open my eyes to look up at the fan spinning around in my room.This fan always made me dizzy,just looking at it just made my head spin.It was 6:30 on a Saturday morning.As usual I have to make breakfast for my so called dad before he wakes up.But the problem is I don't know what he wants for breakfast.I groan in frustration as I swing my legs over my bed and walk to the bathroom.I shower,brush my teeth,and run a comb through my brunette hair that is to my shoulders.I walk out and look out my window as the black crow is by it.It always was outside my window every morning but at night there was always more than one.I thought it was a sign of some sort but I just shrug it off.I walk to my closet to pick out an outfit to wear.Today I just wore a long silk cheetah print dress with a black cardigan.Ir was comfortable then shorts that hurt when your being beaten.I wore leggings under my dress to deceive the pain a little.I walk out downstairs to the kitchen to make breakfast.I made eggs,bacon,and pancakes.Hopefully this would do for his breakfast.I poured him a glass of juice mad set it on the table as I waited.I never really eat breakfast.My weight is 172 or maybe more since I can't remember that last time I checked.I have muscles that cover my weight and heavier bones but I'm still heavy from my perspective.I tap my hands on the table losing my patience as in why he isn't waking up.Theres a t.v. But I am not allowed to even touch the remote.He never lets me do anything.Just cook,clean,and sleep.But lucky I'm glad he at least let me have an education.I wonder what's keeping him.I pace around waiting for him but end up going up the stairs to his bedroom.I walk in to see him sleeping or is he dead? I walk over to him and slightly shake him.He doesn't budge.I shake him with a little more force but nothing.Some of you are like leave him alone or get away.But how can I when he's the only family I got.At least he knows I exist instead of ignoring me.I push him as he stumbled and falls at the other end of the bed.Oops I didn't mean to put so much force.He gets up with his head bloodshot."How dare you come in here and disrespect me huh".He fists my hair as I whimper in pain trying to loosen his grip."I-I-I'm s-sorry you weren't waking up so I had to see if you are okay".The tears that are rolling down my cheek wasn't gonna make him weak.They just made him hit me harder.I felt a sting as my had jerked from the side as he slapped me."Did I ask you to come see if I'm ok".I look up as my hand lands on where he just slapped me."Get up you useless little girl do you think your the real deal.Huh? Do you think you are smart.But let me tell you something you are not you nothing but garbage and trash".Little did he know that garbage and trash are the same thing I joked to myself.Another kick to my stomachs made me fall to the ground. My head hit the floor so hard that it started to hurt as I held my head in pain."Please,stop your hurting me".I plead looking up at him as he laughs at my words."That's the point stupid it's supposed to hurt you''.Another kicks and punches then it stopped."Now get out of my room and never come back or your going to end up to be a squash" he laughed.I held my stomachs walking out of the room as his laughs faded as I walked to my room.I close the door and walk in the bathroom.Great a black eye.How am I supposed to cover this since I don't own anything girly.I have bruise on my right eye and left jaw.I pick up my shirt to see my stomach that show so much of my fatness and the bruises that covered them.I walk out and dig under my carpet to find my razor.I picked it up and sat on my bed as I remembered the words of my father.One,two,three,four,five,and six,I whispered as I went on.I thought counting made it better since it hurt badly.I cleaned up the blood and just laid in my bed as the fan twirled round and round.I found my self drifting into sleep as I snuggle up in my puffy blue blanket.

Monday came around after one whole day of sitting in my room.I can stay in my room for a whole day crying hoping it will be better but school just makes it worst.My bully Nash Grier and his squad are the most meanest people on earth.Beating me,calling me names,and shoving me over.They always made me late to class which causes detention.But what can I do? I can't defend myself,or look at people in the eye.I was always a punching bag.But I'm also human.I get out of bed and brush my teeth.The bruise on my cheek is never going to fade as I wash my face.I go to my closet to grab skinny jeans and a sweater.I wore my combat boots and grabbed my bag as I walked downstairs.I tipped walking till my hand was in the handle but I didn't expect to see my dad on the coach with a bat.He kept moving it as he told me to come forward."Where do you think your going young lady".