Concrete Angel

Chapter 3 - Walks To School

The 6 weeks holiday is over, im tired and warn out, but I can't wait to start school, anything to get out of this hell house.

Im sat here looked at myself in my mirror, thinking 'how did this happen'  you remember the incident with myself and Matt, were Matt has slapped me. Well things have only gotten worse, I can feel the pain all over my body; my face, arms, stomach, back and legs. I'm looking at my reflection in my mirror, the black eye throbbing, the finger marks on my top arm where Matt had grabbed me, my stomach in bits because of where he'd kicked me, and thrown me against the wall. The shine and sparkle in my blue eyes have turnes dull and broken. It's not only me getting abused, my mum is aswell, my life has turned into my worst nightmare.

I'm walking to school, my legs and back aching, 'I ain't gunna get through the day'  I think to myself,  I know what's coming for me when I go to school, everyone calling me names laughing,  but that's better then what I get at home. I'm walking to school when I suddenly get knocked over, my body landing in a dirty puddle, im soaking wet, my dress is ripped and muddy, my heads pounding, the girls are laughing at me, humiliation. I was waiting for that to happen, it always does when im walking to school.

I walk into class getting the usual 'tramp' 'sket' 'useless' etc. I'm getting tired of this, and right now I really can't handle the name calling and tripping up. I just want to shrivel up in a corner and die, I can't live this life no more and I know it's just going to get worse at home, why me? I scan around the room for an empty seat, when I recognize them same chocolate brown eyes staring at me, he was here, at my school, in my class, the same boy that has moved in next door to me. I break eye contact with him, feeling the blush form on my face. He's staring at me with a look of sympathy on his face, I remember the black eye I have, I turn around not wanting him to notice it.

I'm sat at my desk reading a book, the teacher walking up and down past each desk, making sure everyone was doing what they suppose to be doing. She gets to my desk looking at me, she opens her mouth as if to say something but doesn't and walks off.

Playtime and im sat at my usual bench reading a book, minding my own business letting my self get lost in the unreality world of the story, the book gets knocked out of my hands afew times but I pick it up and carry on. I suddenly feel a presence sitting next to me, I look up from my book exspecting to be pushed off the bench, or my book being nicked, but that never happen, instead it was those same chocolate brown eyes looking at me. "what do you want" thinking he wants something from me, most new kids do that,  take things from me to fit it, pick on the weakest. "I came to see if I could sit with you?" confusion and shyness in his voice. He's got to be kidding me no one wants to sit with me, it has to be a trick. "You can't, you don't want to sit with me"  sorrow filled in my voice,  he looks at me confused. "You'll only get called names if you're seen with me, just go" I explained to him, as he walks off he looks at me with sadness in his eyes, apart of me didn't want him to leave but it was for the best.

The rest of the day went by as usual getting bullied and hurt, the bell rang as a signal that the school day has ended. I'm walking home when I hear a patter of feet behind me, I prepare nyself for the worst, but nothing bad happens, that same boy from the play ground is now walking next to me. Didn't he understand my warning. "my names Deano"  I don't know what to say, it's a strange feeling someone wanting to talk to me, I just give him a one word answer "April"  Deano looks at me smiling but also with a questioning face. "I thought I'd walk with you since I notice you live next door to me"  so he did see me in my bedroom window, I just smile back at him not knowing what to say, my shyness kicking in more then ever. He's looking at me wanting to say something, im walking waiting for the words to fall from his mouth. "what happened to your eye and arm?" He's noticed the bruises, I don't know what to say, I can't tell him, I've only just met him, there's no way I'd be able to trust him so I just make up an excuse "it's nothing, I just fell over and hit my eye and arm" I try and not look at him but I can tell he knows im lieing.

As we're walking up the street I can feel the terror in my blood as I get closer to my home, I quickly rush a good bye to Deano and try and get through the door. I don't hear anyone in the house, I look at the time realising im 5 minutes late, I'd lost track of time talking to Deano on the way home.

I hear a someone walk slowly out the kitchen, I plead in my head for it to be mum but I was wrong. " your late April"  Matt's voice seemed calm, it scared me, worried for what I might encounter next. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be late" Even I could hear my own fear in my voice.

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Matt lunges forward towards me, grabbing my hair and pulling me towards him. "please stop" I plead with him to stop but it's no use, he lifts me by my throat and pushing me hard against the wall. I try and break free clawing at his hands but its no use, he's throwing punches into my stomach, I hear my mums voice pleading him to stop. He throws me across the room, and back hands my mum across her face "shut up, bitch"  I can see my mums face blooded and bruised he'd obviously beaten my mum before I got home, her top is torn, her hairs a mess, she only has a pair of nickers on, I can see the bruises on the inside of her legs. How could he? I try and crawl away, my legs dead and hurting. Matt turns my way and heads towards me, picking me up by my hair and giving me more blows to the stomach. Keeping a tight grip on my hair he dragges me up the stairs, my head hitting every step, im crying out in pain. He throws me into my bedroom, I collapse on the floor like a ragg doll, he kicks me in the stomach a couple of times before leaning down and kissing me on the lips.

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I lie in the same spot for hours crying, my body going numb and weak. I try and hoist myself up to go to my bed, my legs giving way a few times but I manage I lie in my bed thinking how did this happen to us. I close my eyes giving into the darkness, images of my mum blooded and bruised, slowly I fall asleep on an empty stomach, and hurt once again.