Life in Hell:

Chapter 1:

"Get up!"

I held back a groan at the sound of my sister's rough voice. I considered telling her to go away but I knew that wasn't a choice.

I felt a punch on my shoulder.

She grabbed my hair, the section which wasn't hidden under the covers and pulled on it.

"Ow ow ow!" I whispered with a wince. That really hurts!

I could imagine her smirking as she said "That's right, now get up, or else." She snarled the last part. Ugh, how I wish I could see her internal organs spilled out on the floor with her blood on my hands.

No! I'd rather make out with Sam Carter than touch her filthy blood.

I immediately sat up and pulled my hair out of her grasp. She glared at me with her empty fake green eyes.

Beatrice had blonde hair. Let me tell you a secret, blonde isn't her real hair color. Her real hair color was ginger. She had  permanently dyed it blonde.

Don't tell her I said that!  

I got off the bed as she went out of my room. Before slamming the door shut, she looked over her shoulder at me "Don't forget the concealer, Cady."

And she slammed the door shut. I sighed.

Right, concealer.

Speaking of that, I should probably buy a new one before Mother and Father find the near empty tube of it.

I walked to my bathroom and stepped inside.

I pulled my clothes off, neatly folding them and placed them on the chest. I looked down at my body.

It was a horrifying sight, but it was usual for me. There were red and blue marks all over my body. It was covered in bruises and half healed wounds. I gently touched the freshest one and held back a wince.

All my wounds never completely healed. It wouldn't heal completely and I'd get another one on it.

I stepped inside the shower and turned it on.

Immediately the cold water hit my skin and stung. I shivered.

After a minute or two, it didn't sting anymore.

That's right, my shower doesn't have warm water. I have only cold water. Even in the winters.

Another way my family found to torture me.

I showered for a good 10 minutes before stepping out and wrapping a towel around myself, water dripping on the rug from me.

I wrapped it around myself, tucking it in a bit at the top so it won't fall.

I walked over to the chest and opened a drawer. I pulled out a red button up and a white tanktop with jeans.

These will do.

I changed into them and looked at my little mirror that was above the chest.

There was a scar on the left side of my forehead. My eyes didn't look sleepy nor did they look fresh.

I squeezed a bit of concealer on my palm and applied it on the exposed part of my arms. It covered all the bruises and scars that were there.

I undid the braid in my hair.

I picked up the brush and brushed my hair. After I was sure it was free of tangles, I tied it back into a braid.

***

"Hey Cady!"

I looked up from my desk and smiled at Ana "Hey Ana."

She sat down beside me, placing her books on the table. She placed a hand on my shoulder "So, how was yesterday?"

"Awful" I replied "like always."

Ana knew about my family and so I had no problem talking to her about it. She would sometimes help me with things that my so called 'family' refused to help me with.

She heaved out a sigh "I wish I could get you away from that hellhole right now." I rested my head on her shoulder "Hey. You remember that master plan of yours, don't you?"

She nodded "Yeah. But I can't see you suffering like this for two more years."

We stayed in silence for a while before she squealed out of the blue, making me jump, and pointed at a corner "There's the guy you have a huge crush on!"

Yeah... I glanced at him. Sam was sitting on a desk casually, doing something on his phone. He was sneaky, and had never gotten caught using his phone. Even if he had...

For goodness's sake, he was the son of a billionaire!?

He wasn't my crush anymore. He had started bullying me too, and my crush on him had completely shattered to pieces. Now, I loathed him.

"I don't" I said, disappointment in my voice "Not anymore, at least."

She pouted "Oh come on, Cady. Give him a second chance."

"He doesn't deserve a second chance"

She muttered "You're ruining my ship"

***

"Hey look, it's another loser"

I pretended that I didn't hear Grace's voice.

"You deaf?"

I sighed and looked up "What do you want, Grace?"

She was clinging to Sam's arm who looked very uncomfortable. I felt a slight tingle of jealousy which I shouldn't be feeling.

Sam lightly shook her off but she kept clinging like a leech.

Wow, she sure knows how to press my jealousy button.

"I just wanted to say, that shirt is really great, but it just doesn't match your face. You should really get some makeup"

"I don't because I don't wanna be fake, like you"

I heard Sam mutter under his breath "You got that right."

Ana just glared daggers at Grace, her lips set in a thin line. She could be so protective sometimes.

Sam shoved her off his arm. She finally let go with a hurt expression. He looked at his arm if it was covered in fleas and dusted it.

I mentally smirked.

Hey guys!

Here's a new chapter. You saw Beatrice in this one!

Her parents will appear in the next chapter. It's gonna be sorta violent.

To clear up some confusion, this is an year after the setting of the prologue. Cady was 16 at that time, now she's 17.

What would guys do if you were in Cady's place?

I'm curious.

I'd probably stay quiet, like I usually do.

That's it, I guess.

Bye!