Disbelief.

This isnt a home.

Darcie's Pov.

Okay, so you're all probably wondering who I am right? My names Darcie may, I'm 15 years old. My parents are divorced and my mum is seeing a total whack job, my dad? I don't know where he is. I haven't seen him for 3 years now. My step dad abuses me when my mum isn't around, as you can probably tell, I come from a broken home. No, not home. Family. I come from a broken family. This is not my home, who am I kidding, this isn't a home that anyone would want to live in.

The pain settles in like the icy cold nights of winter. The yelling and violence is becoming to much to handle, to bare, to keep up with. Death was meant to be a fear not a wish. All I could think of was what he was going to do to me next, would he get his belt out and hit me across my ribs again? Would he pick me up and throw me across the room like a rag doll? I don't know, I never know what he is going to do next because he always come up with something worse, and more painful than the last thing that he did to me.

I walk out of the sliding door in my room which leads to the balcony to have a smoke before anyone gets home. Because my bedroom faces the back yard I don't have to worry about people seeing me as they drive past, I just have to listen for a car to pull into our drive way. I sit with my knees up to my chest while having a good drag of my smoke. I look down at my arms and see the faint scars and the slowly healing burns. I don't know why I like self inflicted pain, I guess when you have been abused since you were 12 and a half and have had people put you down pretty much all of your life you get used to the numb kind of feeling. The feeling were you don't care wether you're alive or dead anymore. I hear a ute and put out my smoke. As I walk through the sliding doors I hear the front door slam from down stairs.

Great. He's in a pissed off mood so tonight will be even worse. I sit in my room waiting for whatever was going to happen next. I hear footsteps up the stairs and that's when I start to get scared. I start to stand up but before I can make it all the way up I fall to the ground with a thump.

"Why are you doing this? I've done nothing to you." I scream at my step dad.

He hits me again before answering.

"You're a stupid little slut and you need to learn that you can not go sleeping around with guys." Says my step dad with a grin on his face.

Okay, so I had slept with a few guys, but that didn't make me a slut! He has no right in coming into my mothers home and treating me like this.

"So I've slept with a few people, that doesn't make me a slut!" I say spitting in his face.

Okay, so I know what you're thinking, you're thinking that I just make it worse by retaliating, but I don't care! I shouldn't have to be beat up every single night and have to lie to my mum, to my friends and to my teachers just to hide his stupid secrets.

He throws me onto my bed, I can feel the tears coming more and more now. What is going to happen? I stumble to my feet and he whacks me across my face and with that my legs buckle and I fall to the floor. He walks over to me and kicks me as hard as he can in my stomach, I let out a loud yelp and he leaves. I lay there sprawled out on my bedroom floor motionless. My underweight body bruised and bloody, I crawl up onto my bed and pull the donors over my head.

*knock* *knock*

"Come in" I say as I pull the blankets back over my cold and bruised body.

My walks into my room with an emotionless look on her face.

"Are you coming to the beach today hunny?" She asked lovingly.

It was summer holidays and we had been to the beach everyday since they had started.

"Not today ma, I don't feel to good, I'm just going to stay home." I say faking a cough.

"Okay, hunny. Are you sure you're well enough to stay home by yourself..?" Ask my mom worriedly.

"I'm sure." I say any with that she left to go to the beach.

I couldn't risk her seeing the marks in my body. Last night was so much worse that every other night. It was more painful and lasted longer. Since no one was going to be home for a few hours I decided to call Matt and see if he wanted to hang out, me and Matt are a "thing" I mean we aren't official or anything but we're talking about it. I pull out my phone.