What would you do if your mother died, if your two older brothers left, and you were stuck with a father who gets drunk beats you and tried to rape you? Well Bella Clash had all that happened in a year and a half with trying to balance high school...
I had to leave practice 30 minutes early so I could get the house ready for people. I ran in the door expecting my dad to be gone but he was still past out on the couch. "Dad get up. You need to leave. The team is coming over for dinner." He sat up and back handed me. "You don't tell me what to do. Little Bitch." He got up and left and slammed the door on his way out. I listened as I heard his tuck pull out and leave. I sat there for what seemed like seconds when the door opened. "Hey saw your dad leave. We came to see if you wanted..." I heard his footsteps come closer and all I did was sit there looking at the floor as the metallic taste of my own blood filled my mouth. A soft and gentle hand slowly turned my head. "Bella." I looked to see five of Jona's closest friends standing in my living room. "Oh no," I got up and started picking up the mess dad left, " I'm sorry I didn't expect anyone this early. I still have to put the food in the oven." I threw the trash away and started to wash my hands. "Baby Clash," I wouldn't look at him, "Bella stop! Look at me." I turned to the oven and started pressing the buttons to heat it up. I was picked up and set on the counter. Lukas gently went to touch my lip but I flinched. He looked so heartbroken at that moment. "We got this go and get cleaned up. I'm calling Coach and after will have a talk. Honey no more hiding, ok? We need to see everything he's done to you." I nodded. I went to my bathroom which was attached to my room. And got everything ready for a shower.
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I started my shower when a knock on the bathroom door made me jump. "Baby Clash its me Mark. I don't want you to be alone I'll be in the bedroom, ok?","Ok. Hey Mark thanks." I stripped and walked in the warm stream of water. When I was done I pulled on a black tank-top over a nude bra and a pair of fuzzy sleeping pants. I stood there forever just looking at the damage. I had a nice new red handprint left side of my face with a busted lip, fresh bruises around my neck that reminded me of a necklace, scars of cigarette burns across my chest and upper arms. I lifted my shirt to see the week old bruises he left while kicking me in the ribs. But the biggest and most noticeable is the only scar on my back, the old-fashioned iron. "Oh my Bella." Apparently Mark had opened the door sometime while I was looking myself over. "I'm yours now?" I smiled trying to lighten the mood. He looked away unable to stand the sight of me any longer. He thought I was ugly. With tears threatening to spill I put my shirt down and left to the kitchen with tears threatening to spill.
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