fixing the pieces

chapter 1

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Chapter 1

Seeing the red and purple marks covered all over my skin. Touching each bruise I flinch on the moment I got them but I’m use to the pain so it only numbs. I stare at myself in my broken length size mirror in the corner of my room.

It’s not the first time I have beaten. These bruise and cuts have been made by my stepdad the son of bitch who is now my ‘father’. I regret the day my mother brought him to our house. He punishes my sisters but I don’t let him lay a finger on them so I take the beating.

My name is Rosemary Baxter ‘Rose’ for short. I have a plain body noting that the boys who like to see. I have blonde-brown long hair which is always tangled. I have small blue eyes. I’m about 5’10. I have fairly nice skin but it’s covered in bruises.

Knock Knock

I pull down my shirt and sat on my bed carefully not all my bruises have been healed.

“Come in” I said softly

My little sisters come in with worried and scared expressions on their face.

“Are you k Rose?” Zoey my 5 year old sister said as she sat on my lap I hissed at the pain causing me but I need to hold it up

Zoey has shinning blonde hair with firmly white skin as mine. She has big bright blue eyes which look innocent every time you stare into them. She’s a smart little girl for her age.

“Yeah I’m fine” I lied to her

“Really we heard the shouting and cursing from upstairs” Michelle my other sister age 12 said not buying my lie

Michelle is the opposite from us. She has dark brown hair that reaches her lower back its in waves. She has crystal blue eyes like the two of us. She is skinny and has pale white skin. She’s smart to understand the meaning of curses and insult around the house.

“I said I’m fine” I said to her

“Is he still here?” I asked Michelle

“He passed out in the living room” she said

That bitch of a stepdad gets drunk everyday and smokes around the house. Every beating I get is by him being drunk or high. My mother is never around to see it sometimes she is but she’s either too tired to stop it, comes home drunk or also gets beaten. Rarely she’s ever home only when for dinner or when were all asleep. She’s a bar tender that’s where she met the fucker of a stepdad.

I care less what she does.

I grab my bag that has everything I need in emergencies. I grab some cash from my drawer and my $20 dollar cheap phone and shove it inside my jeans pockets.

“Let’s go eat” I said to my sisters they nod and we headed downstairs.

I quickly got the car keys from the kitchen counter. I peek at the mother fucker who is passed out in the living room with a half drinking beer.

One day I’m going to kick his mother fucking ass for all he did to me and my sisters.

I went outside seeing my sisters waiting next to the 1995 black mustang. It was in the Junker were we picked it up its crappy looking color chipper off, ripped seats but it runs so I can’t complain.