Leather and Lace (Editing)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

"Get up!" He yells loudly as he kicks me hard in the stomach. Tears stung my eyes from the sudden pain as I gasp to regain my breath.

Once I recover enough, I rise to my knees but stop and clutch my ribs as a sharp pain slashed through my chest.

I look up and see him glaring at me threateningly. I have to get up or it will just get worse than it already is. I clutch my side, slowly stand and come face to face with dads furious eyes filled of pure hate and disgust.

"Do you think I'm stupid or something?!" He shrieks in my face.

"No...” I whisper quietly, wanting to retreat into a dark hole somewhere he can’t find me.

"Then why the hell were you LATE?! Did you think you could just sneak right past me?!" He yells. It bounces and vibrates off the walls of my small room, making it all the more intimidating. He's getting angrier by the second. This is not good.

"I'm sorry..." I say bleakly while looking down and my knotted fingers.

"LOOK AT ME WHILE YOU’RE SPEAKING!" He explodes while slamming me straight into the wall and pinning me there by my shoulders.

"I'm sorry!" I plead desperately.

He backhands me. Making me slump to the floor, clutching my burning cheek as the tears overflow.

"You disgust me." He spits, turning and slamming the door on his way out and for a fleeting moment I wonder if the hinges would cave under the sheer force. 

I stand, still clutching my cheek and side as I make my way over to my mirror. There's already a faint bruise forming on my left cheek. I lift up my top and poked around my already sore ribs.

I don't think anything is broken, maybe just cracked. The bruising is already starting to blotch, faintly covering my stomach.

I climb into bed carefully and grab my iPod to check the time. 11pm. Mum had already left for 'work' and that's probably why dad waited until now to come punish me. He wouldn't want to interrupt any of the clients, I think to myself with such hatred I surprise myself. 

I've heard a lot of the 'you disgust me' lines since I was about nine, so it's much of a surprise but it still hurts.

It's hard knowing that your own parents think your worthless and tell you so many bad things about yourself, even just the little things. Over time... you totally believe every word they sheik at you.

With that in mind I block out the pain from my ribs and closed my eyes, wishing for sleep to come.

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I wake up feeling sore and groggy, my mind reeling with random thoughts that make my eyebrows crease in confusion. Why a startling pair of blue eyes consumed my thoughts for a moment I don’t know, but I won’t deny the small pang of excitement that came with it. I dismiss the thoughts immediately.