Bruised

Chapter 1

Hey guys, had this story in my head for a while now and finally got the courage to out it up.

It's a bit different to my other book and then I found you... But I hope you will like it.

Please be warned that this contacts swearing and violence and if you are sensitive then read at your own peril.

My alarm sounded startling me in my sleep, I woke up suddenly and quickly searched around to sound it. I couldn't let him hear it.

I stretched my weary body out and silently clambered out of bed, it was still dark outside but the moonlight still shone through the holes of my tattered curtains.

I grabbed my school things and sprawled them out my bed, propping myself up against the headboard I opened my maths text book. I had a test today and up until now I had hardly done any revision for it.

My school work was starting to pile on, I guess that was expected for my senior year. The teachers were putting the pressure on making sure assignments were handed in, tests were being aced and everyone was doing their college applications.

At least everyone but me.

I wasn't stupid nor was I a brain, however I never had much time for school work.

But I always managed to scrape by, it didn't really matter anyway it was like I was going to get many opportunities to go to college, I was stuck here, doomed to this life for what seemed like eternity.

Working through the text book trying to wrap my head around all the equations I lost track of time before I knew it I was interrupted by the tweeting of the birds outside my bedroom window.

"Shit!" I looked up and almost fell out of bed as I cranked my next to look at the time. It was almost 7am.

Running to my chest of drawers I pulled out an old plain black t vest top and a pair of skinny jeans. This was the first day in a week that she didn't have anything to hide and if the forecast was right it was going to be a scorcher today. I ran a comb through my Throwing on a pair of wore sneakers I slowly crept downstairs.

The place looked just how I had left it last night, the place was spotless. I always had this nighttime ritual where I deep clean everything and made sure it was all in it place, everything had to have it place.

But why was everything still in its place?

I walked around the downstairs of the house inspecting everywhere, nope everything was still where I left it.

Come to think of it when I came downstairs I hadn't heard snoring.

In the pit of my stomach I knew that horrid feeling grew as I realised he hadn't come home.... Yet.

As my nerves took over I tried my best to remain calm, I ran back up the stair and shoved my books back into my bag and grabbed my phone shoving it into my back pocket. I hurriedly made my bed and exited down the stairs.

Running over to the fridge I grabbed the sandwich I had made myself last night and stuffed it into my bag, whilst checking that the other one was still there and would pass.

As I whirled round to grab some fruit out of the fruit bowl I knocked into something, I lost my balance and dropped my bag, books falling out all over the floor.

"Look what you did you stupid bitch" he spat.

I looked up and saw my father towering over me his checkered shirt was dis-shelved and unbuttoned showing a dirty white t shirt underneath. His faded jeans where wet and he was holding a can of beer which I'm guessing I'd just knocked over him.