Broken Beauty

A FEW YEARS LATER

My "dad" if I can even call him that anymore is still beating me whether it be for something like me eating more than he thinks is acceptable, not cooking his food how he wants, or even beating just for the sheer joy that he gets out of it.

Right now I am sitting in my room tending to my wounds getting ready for school trying my best to cover them up with a light knit top sweater with a thin white long sleeved shirt that still cover me up but made it so I wasn't sweating like a man during school. I used the concealer that my dad made me buy to cover the bruises and bags on my face and neck, praying that it doesn't rain today or the make-up would come off.

Just as I finished gathering my stuff I heard a very loud and quick beep of a horn, my friend Kat's horn to be more precise. I ran out of the house thanking the gods that my dad wasn't home or I would have felt the pain of his hits once more.

When I get in the car Kat gives me a hug and asks"Are you ok? Has your dad gotten worse?" Worry lacing her tone. I responded " Yeah  I'm fine, but next time you pick me up don't honk your horn. If my dad would have heard that he would have freaked!" She said " Sorry I didn't see his car in the driveway so I figured since he wasn't home I could blow the horn." With a sigh I let her off the hook just this once telling her that she need to just go to the side door and wait like we normally do.

When we were in the car on our way to school Kat started talking about some strange new kid and how "hot" he was supposed to be. After I heard that I just kind of zoned out for the rest of the car drive. It's not like I could have a boyfriend anyway my dad would kill me.

When we got to school she left saying that she had an errand to run, even though I already knew that she was going to go see her boyfriend. I think the only reason why she won't Tell is because of the fact that I could never have one due to the fact that my dad would kill both myself and the unlucky boy. That is if someone was stupid enough to go out with me, I'm just a freak that keeps to herself and likes to blend in. I don't think that anyone with the ability to like me would ever even notice me. Well enough of my failure of a love life I need to get to class before I'm late.

When I looked at the clock to see what time it was I realized that I only had 3 minutes to get to class! I quickly went my locker and got my books and started running to class. I couldn't afford to get detention, if I wasn't home on time my dad would surely kill me. In my hurry to get to class I ran into a wall. Wait walls don't move? Oh carp I just ran into someone. And to make it worse I think that it was the new kid that Kat was talking about. Oh god I'm going to be late for class. After that moment of being stunned I started to apologize and walk away when he grabbed my arm causing me to wince as he squeezed one of my bruises. He noticed that he was hurting me and let go of my arm in a hurry giving me an apology of his own. He then said "Hey can you show me were this class is since its my first day?" Just then the late bell rang over head and I thought 'Might as well I'm all ready late' So I took the schedule that he was holding out too me and found that we had the same classes except for third and last.

As I lead him to his class he started talking most of it I didn't listen to and a I think that he caught onto it since he went silent floor a while. He then said something that caught my attention "So why do you have a bruise on your arm?" this confused me for a bit because I was wearing a long sleeved shirt that was until I realized that my shirt had ridden up a bit to show my bruised arm. I quickly covered up the bruise. And gave him a chilling look in hopes that he would drop it. But he completely ignored my look and kept on giving me a questioning look. I could tell that he was getting mad at me for not answering. But luckily for me just as he was about to ask me about it again we got to the room door and I could breath again. That was until my teacher Ms. Tulane gave me a look that said I was going to get it. But just as she was about to give key punishment she looked over and saw the new kid who's name I still had yet to learn and said "Oh great to just be the new student Rylan Smith" Oh so that was his name Rylan. She then turned back to me and the cold look returned and she said "And as for you you will have after school detention for being late." Just then Rylan jumped into the conversation and said "Sorry for being late she was just helping me find my locker and class." And with that Ms. Tulane gave me look that said this wasn't over and walled back to the front of the class. Thank god, I then proceeded to walk to the back of the class and sit in my seat staring out the window riding my self of my worries and just forgetting about the world.