Pain, Blood, Love

Chapter 1.

I sit up from my full-size bed, my medium- length dark hair matted to my face. i stand up, my legs shaking. The deep scars on my arms burned.

  "Dammit... how did I get these weeks ago and it still hurts" I say is a low, cold voice. My room is pretty much empty except for the Bed, Nightstand with a lamp, a dresser. and a large mirror on my bedroom door.

   I walk towards the door, noticing how my incredibly pale skin made my dark blue eyes pop. I opened the door  and was immediately alarmed when I saw my father laying in a very lazy way on the couch.

   'Shit... maby I can sneak past him without getting beaten before school.' I prayed to myself silently.

     I was dead wrong.

I watched in horror as my father's head turned towards me

    "Trying to escape, Kyle?" he grinned coldly

I couldn't speak. I was scared for my life. I squeezed the palms of my wrists, hoping  father wouldn't see my scars.

     My father approached me, walking fast. He came up to me, grabbing me by the rim of my black long-sleeve shirt, and threw me on the ground, punching me several times in the chest.

   As soon as I saw a opening I socked him in the eye, and bolted out the door for dear life.