Hurt & Abused

Chapter 2: Thrown Out

A/N: I'M BAAAAAAACCCCKKKKK :-). I'VE GOTTEN SOME GREAT IDEAS FOR THIS STORY AND SO I'VE DECIDED TO USE ALL OF THEM!!!! SO I'M NOT NAMING NAMES OF ANYONE YET... THAT'LL COME IN THE NEXT CHAPTERS BUT YOU GUYS KNOW WHO ARE ;-) AND I THANK YOU!!!!

SO WITHOUT FURTHER OR DO, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN... CHAPTER TWO....

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~. The Next Morning ~.

"Hey slut get up NOW!! The faster you leave the happier I'll be." I am awoken by the screaming voice of my father from downstairs. Groaning, I throw the sheets to the floor as I lazily get up to get ready for work. (Thankfully I had taken a shower last night whole my dad was passed out on the floor, so I don't have to take one this morning.)

I quickly pick out a black "Rolling Stones" t-shirt and a pair of faded blue, pre ripped jeans. Once I had finished that, I decided on putting on my black converse. I then quickly and very quietly make my way to the bathroom to check my scars and wounds that still hurt like all high hell.

Seeing the marks a lot more visible now scare me a lot more now than they did last night. The black and blue marks are now darker, so dark they look purple. And those marks are allover my face and chest and the blood that was falling from my face yesterday was now all dried up and disgusting. Sighing loudly, I quietly shut the door of the bathroom and then took out my small make up bag that was hidden beep inside one of the drawers. I then took out a small packet of my make up removal wipes and started to scrub off the dried blood from my face. Having to apply pressure with the wipes caused some bad pain, but the minute the scrubbing started, so did the true, UNBEARABLE pain. But I had no choice but to do it here because there is no way in hell that I'm going to go to work all beat up.

Once I had finished removing all the dried blood from my face, I then took out my concealer and applied it to the marks on both my face and chest. But not only there, I also put it on the ones that normally people shouldn't see (A/N: WHAT DO YOU THINK IS HER JOB? KEEP READING TO FIND OUT ;-) ). And once I had cleared everything up, I slowly and very quietly walked out of the bathroom (making sure my make up bag was hidden once again) and ran to get my house keys and towards the door.

But when I couldn't find my keys, and saw my bags at the front door, I began to fear the worst.

"Hey whore, looking for something?" The familiar dark and scary voice said from behind me scaring me nearly to death. Turning around suddenly I see my so called "father" leaning up against a nearby wall with a can of  beer in one hand and my house keys in another and the only thing that began rushing through my mind was 'oh crap, this won't be good'.

My heart was beating faster than the speed of light when turning on a lamp and I was sure that it was going to pop out of my chest at any given moment now. Fear had now completely taken over my body and senses, it was so bad that I had now stayed completely paralysed. Every time he stumbled closer to my trembling body was another time that I had to try and use every force left in my body just to move back an inch.

We both stayed completely still for a few seconds until without warning... my father caught a hold of my hair and roughly pulled me back towards him, making me whimper in both fear and pain. The gross smell of alcohol filled my nostrils making  my nose instantly cringe at the disgusting smell of his breath.

"Now trash tell me. What the hell took you so long to get dressed? I mean it's not like you're cute or anything so you don't have to impress anyone... YOU CAN'T!!" He screamed and laughed in my face, making me choke on the gigantic lump in my throat that was making it hard to breathe.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't realize how long I was t-taking. It'll never happen again. I p-promise." I said, my apology being barely loud enough to be heard. I tried being sincere as possible with my apology l, but in return I got two quick punches in the stomach. Well, so much for not getting beat this morning. He then scoffed and said bitterly...

"Well, since you can't listen to your parent and are to irresponsible to learn how to manage your freaking time, then you have no reason to live in this house." My eyes would have widen at what he said, but since I was in pain the only thing I could so was groan in pain. He let go of my hair for a second, but that was only to continue the beating with three harsh slaps and punches in the face, making me fall to the ground.

"Get uuuuppp!!!!!" He slurred as he slowly dragged me up to my feet. The pain from yesterday mixed in with this (not so) new found pain was terribly immense. I was then roughly thrown out of the house with nothing but my suitcases and beaten body on the porch step to roughly cry my eyes out... again.