Chapter 1

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Tess' POV

I feel the pain, the pain no child should ever feel, but it is something I feel almost everyday. The pain is coming from all over my body from the repeated hits that my father keeps laying into me. I angered him after me and my younger sister argued over her taking stuff out of my room. Now my sister is hiding off in her room while I take a beating that feels endless. I have never understood why he loved her more than he loved me, I always listened to him and did everything I could to make him happy.

Nobody here will help me. My mom would but her and my father are divorced and I'm forced by court to visit him on every other weekends and some holidays. Now, there is only my fathers new wife and her two children, who either don't know about him beating me or just simply don't care. I don't care about their reasoning, I just wish somebody would help me because I don't know how many more of these beatings I can take.

I want to stay at my mom's every weekend and never have to come here again, I'm 17 so I will never have to see him again after I turn 18. I truly cannot wait for that moment, when all of this can just turn into a horrible nightmare, something in my past that I'll work on to forget about.

He finally stopped beating me, I can hear him in the next room opening what I can only assume is a new beer because that's all he ever drinks. He stays drunk, I don't know how his new wife can stand the odor of it. I understand why my mom left him, he is abusive and a alcoholic and isn't worth anything.

I pull myself off the floor to go to the bathroom to inspect the damage that is left. To what I expected, there is blood coming from my nose which has spread throughout most of my face and into my hair. I decide I should go ahead and take a shower to clean myself up. I get a towel from the closet that is attached to the bathroom and go to my room that is directly across from the bathroom and return, I begin to take off my dirty clothes that are covered in my blood. I look in the mirror after I get down to only my bra and underwear, there are some old bruises and some red spots that are probably going to form into new ones. "How lovely," I thought. It is just more to hide from my mom. I turn the water on as hot as it could go, I like how the hot water burns my skin, I find comfort in it.

After my shower, I put on my clothes and go back to my room. I lay down in my bed and put my headphones in to blare some music into my ears to forget everything that is around me. I play "Ghost" by Badflower, i play this song on an endless cycle most nights.

My friends have been texting me about this app I should download, it is something like Tinder, they make fun of me for being 17 and only ever having one real boyfriend. But that ended in me broken and him with somebody that he truly loved, which was obviously not me. I have thought about it because it would be nice to receive some real love for once, if that was even possible for someone like me. I looked at the top of my phone screen and it showed that it was already 3:45 am, so I figured I had better go to sleep and worry about the app some other time. I locked my phone and put it on silent then plugged it up to my charger. I then got up to lock my bedroom door so neither my sister or the pesky step siblings could get in while I slept then turned off the light and went to sleep.

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