Bullied

Chapter 1

Jessica's POV

"Wake the fuck up now!" my dad yells.

Perfect way to start my morning right?

I'm Jessica Coleman. And as for what I look like its nothing to impressing. I have brown hair and blue eyes. But not the really pretty type of blue. They're more of a boring greyish shade. I'm about 5'5 and I'm seventeen. I know I'm not the tallest person.

My life isn't exactly the happiest so there for I'm not really happy. My mom drinks way too much. And my dad just likes to abuse me for the money they pay him. So I don't really win.

"Jessica you better be getting ready or I'll beat you!" My dad screams again.

I get up off my bed as fast as possible and start to get ready for what I call hell. Also known as school.

I'm wearing my knitted grey sweater with dark wash jeans. I brush my hair into its natural waves and grab my grey vans. I'm walking downstairs as I get pushed half way making me fall for the other half.

"Get up bitch!" my dad says as he grabs my arm and pulls me up harshly.

"Get to school!" he laughs as he slaps me.

I grab my backpack and run out the door. I let a tear slip and continue walking.

"Oh my gosh it's the faggot." I almost instantly recognize his voice.

I turn around and keep my head low.

"Oh come on look at me!" he laughs.

I just ignore him.

"I said fucking look at me!" Justin screams.

I look up and his eyes widen slightly.

"What the hell happened to your eye?" he asks.

There is probably a bruise from when I got pushed earlier.

but I don't answer.

"Are you going to answer me or should I beat you until you do?" he smirks.

"I-I fell." I stutter. I don't really talk much and when I do I tend to stutter a lot.

"Bullshit!" he scream as he pushes me to the ground.

He kicks my sides and punches into my ribs.

I silently cry not making a single noise knowing if I do I will just get beat even more.

"P-Please stop." I whisper.

He must of heard me because he stopped and yelled at me to get up.

"Whore" he laughs as he walks away.

I cry until I get to school and wipe my tears away. Everyone just calls me names like slut and whore. I don't understand why I'm so hated.

I walk into the girls restroom and hide in a stall. I pull out my blade from my back pack and cut my right wrist five times and left wrist four times. I get up, wash my wrist and roll my sleeves down as I head into English with Justin.

Perfect.

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a/n: second book! what what! I know this chapter is short but tomorrows will be a bit longer I promise! But if you haven't already make sure to check out my first book 'Just Friends?' thank you for your love and support<3