Behind closed doors

Chapter One

-Jordan's pov-

A scream rippled through my body as my father repeatedly hit my back with his belt. He didn't need reason to hurt me in his eyes me being born was reason enough. I was the product of a drunk make out session, and trust me he made sure I wouldn't forget.

"Shut up you dirty whore!" He screamed in my face as tears poured from my eyes.

"Please stop, I'm sorry for whatever I did.." My voice sounded horse from the amount of screaming. This was a normal day in the life of me, it wasn't even 6am but of course I did something wrong.

"Why are you still laying there get up and make me and Rachel some breakfast!" I was never raised with a mom and dad, if I ever did call them that they would add on to the beatings.

"Yes sir.." I whispered out.

Eventually finding the strength I stood up on wobbly feet only to feel a stinging pain on my face. He did this all the time, tell me to do something only to abuse me more. Continuing forward I made it to my door only for him to tell me to make them eggs and bacon.

The kitchen was recently cleaned, by me. I remember that day vividly, James and Rachel barged into the house of course drunk. Apparently they decided to eat almost everything in the house and make out on the counter. The next morning I was pulled awake literally because they didn't remember anything of last night and they thought I trashed the kitchen. I was whipped and cut until I passed out. They made me clean everything up as soon as I woke up though, even the blood.

Walking to the fridge I thought about everything my life has consist of. Beat up everyday by my own family and at school. I have no friends because everyone thinks I'm weird for always wearing jeans and over sized sweaters.

I pulled out the eggs and grabbed the bacon out of the freezer. Dang it, i forgot to ask him how they wanted their eggs. It wasn't as simple as just remembering what they always liked because they switch it up on me all the time. I know that if I go to their room and ask I will never leave that room until my entire body was black and blue.

I just decided to wing it and make scrambled eggs, I know that they will beat me if it wasn't what they wanted so I have to make it and immediately leave to school.

Cracking the egg open I whisked it while the bacon was defrosting in the microwave. Each second was eerily quiet, the little green numbers kept ticking down as I watch it cook. Suddenly shadow appeared in the face of the microwave.

"Hurry up already I'm starving!" That would be Rachel she was a she devil everything about her was wrong.

"How would you like your eggs?" I questioned. She glared at me then looked away lost in her own thoughts.

"Over easy and James would like scrambled." Thank god she appeared.

"Ok it will be done shortly.." I whispered out.

She continued her glares at me from a crossed the room. I could tell my body was ridged from my hands being stiff while working.

I was startled as the microwave started to beep, I quickly picked the bowl with the the defrosted bacon out.

I ran upstairs to get my school bag and my journal. Yes I have a journal. Rushing down stairs only because I was already 10 minutes late. I blame my so called family for that. I opened the door and hurried down the driveway, I walked to school everyday. I honestly loved to it gives me time by myself, where at least I know I'm safe.

It's a 40 minute walk, which meant I was going to miss first period. I honestly didn't care though, school was just as bad as home. The only part that made me feel better at school was that only the students beat me up and if a teacher saw that she would notify security immediately.

My family lived near a forest, it was the most relaxing place ever. But I guess when you get hit everyday anywheres peaceful where it's isolated.
I honestly needed to save up for a car and maybe a new place to stay at like a hotel. I did have most of my money in savings but it wasn't much, they never let me get a job because they knew I would just leave them to deal with their life themselves. 180 dollars, that's how much I have from saving my money my entire life.

I did have a plan on what to do after high school but that was a year away and I don't want to wait that long to get out of here. I planned on going somewhere other than here, getting a job, then finding a place to stay. It wasn't the greatest plan but I knew it would get me out of here.

As I approached the school gates I kept my head down. Anyone here would kill me if I looked them directly in the eyes. I was about half away a crossed the street when a car suddenly sped up.

I was really ready to die, I mean I was going to but thank god he had good breaks. His car was still mere inches from touching my hip. He just glared at me from the drivers seat

"Normally when you almost kill someone you apologize.." I mumbled under my breath and continued to the front gate. I can already tell today is going to be terrible.

"Name please.?" The lady at the front desk asked me.

"Jordan Carter.."