Strings

Chapter 1-Bess

Sometimes it's hard to get up out of bed.

I pulled on my curly hair I just got put in at the salon yesterday and stared at the ceiling.

What am I doing?,I thought.

I stretch my long legs against my wall and close my eyes.

It's time for school.

It was a place I was always terrified to go to but my own safe haven from this place I woke up in.

A place that I don't call home anymore.

I felt something wet on my cheek and opened my eyes to see my small little puppy Friday.

The only other thing that kept my mind sane.

"Hey." I mumbled and grabbed him off the floor snuggling him.

He wiggled and continued to try and lick my face.

I smiled and stared at the clock.

5:30am

I sighed and placed my glasses on before grabbing my phone and turning it on as a flashlight.

It was really dark and my room was a hazard.

When I opened the door I immediately heard grunting sounds coming from my Dads bedroom.

He's with another woman again, I thought.

I rolled my eyes before going into the bathroom to get ready.

When I turned on the lights I avoided looking at the mirror.

I knew I was ugly.

I didn't have to see it for myself to know it.

I turned on the shower and hummed a tune in my head.

After I came out with a towel wrapped around me Inwas immeadtatly slammed against the wall.

"Where do you think your going girl?"

I stared into the eyes of my Uncle Rodney who looked very intoxicated.

His red eyes were glued to my cleavage that  was showing.

"I-I'm going to school"I said praying that he would get his hands off me.

"Not until I give you a little kiss." he mumbled planting a kiss on my neck.

I shivered.

The small hallway was dark and only the two of us out here made me even more worried.

"Get off me!" I yelled praying that my dad will come and finally find out the truth.

Uncle Rodney slapped my face and immediately cursed as my dads door opened.

"What the hell is going on?" he yelled his posture straight and forward.

"Your daughter here was bothering me once again. Slut." He spat at my face before going back into his room.

My dad looks at me and shook his head.

"Just like your mother. Needing every guy's attention on you." Was the last words he said before going back to his room leaving his daughter to deal with her own demons and struggle to reach the surface of purpose.

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I grabbed my bag and my phone as fast as I could and ran out my apartment missing breakfast.

I didn't feel like eating anymore.

As I waited in front of the bus-stop I pulled my baggy sweater lower to give warmth to my long legs that were only covered in leggings.

I placed my headphone in my ears and I completely zoned out everyone like I do everyday.