I walked through the door of my house and silently shut the door. I turned around to come face to face with my father.
"Get the dinner done now, slut." He said. I nodded and put my head down, walking in to the kitchen to get started.
After about an hour the food was done. I put it on a plate and brought it to my father, along with a water for him. He took the plate and began to take a bite. Before I could get out that it was still hot, he had already put it in his mouth.
Crash. The plate was thrown across the room and hit the wall. "You couldn't fucking tell me that it was hot? You had to watch me put the food in my mouth and burn myself? Do you think that's funny Aella?" He glowered at me.
"I tried but you had already put it in your mouth. I'm sorry." I timidly said. With the look he was giving me I knew it wasn't going to be a good night. I always mess up. I wish for once I wouldn't so I could have a peaceful night with no pain.
He stood up from his chair still glowering at me. "You think you can talk back to me, bitch?" He said as he pulled his fist back and connected it with my stomach.
"I'm sorry," I choked out, grabbing my stomach. "Please." I begged.
He Brought his fist back and connected it with my face, it hit the same place it did last night and my body once again hit the floor. He pulled me back up and hit my face again, throwing me against the wall. I spit out the blood that was coming from my lip. I stayed down, hoping he would stop. He didn't. His foot kicked my ribs again, luckily on the opposite side from last night. I was gasping for air, hoping it would all stop. He kicked me one more time and then walked away, telling me to clean the mess up as he left the room.
I laid there for a minute trying to get my breathing back to normal and then stood up to start cleaning. I winced every time I bent down or moved a certain way. I knew tomorrow I was going to feel a ton worse than I do now, so I tried to quickly get everything cleaned up so I could shower.
I finally was done and made my way upstairs. I showered and cleaned the blood off my face, knowing tomorrow the makeup wouldn't do much to cover up my completely bruised and swollen half of my face. I did my homework for my classes and then finally dozed off into a not so restful sleep.
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I woke up the next morning with pain throughout my whole body. It was hurting to breathe, to move, to do anything. I decided to take a personal day and just stay in my room. I knew I wouldn't be able to cover up my face anyways, so it was better for me just to stay home. I decided to go back to sleep after taking some Tylenol in hopes I would wake up in less pain.
Ring. I heard the doorbell go off. I slowly got up and brushed my teeth and pulled my hair into a ponytail, thinking that someone was just at the wrong house.
Ring. Ring. Damn. Someone must be here for my father, I assume. I opened my door and looked out. I walked down the stairs not seeing any sign of my father being here. He must have had to go somewhere. I walked down and opened the door, not even thinking of what I may look like to someone.
I heard the person suck their breath in. I looked up to be greeted by grey eyes. Shit. Those grey eyes looked angry, and I did not like it at all. I cowered away from him. I heard a car door opening and looked towards it. Max was running up to me.
"What in the world happened to your face, sweetie?" Max said as his hand reached out to try to caress it. I flinched back.
"I fell down while walking home." I heard a snort from beside Max. Grey eyes, of course.
"Very believable story, Aella." Grey eyes said, while angrily staring at my face. I really don't know why he is always angry towards me, I have barely talked to him. But oh my, my name willing off of his lips made me shiver.
"What are you doing here? Both of you?" I said, curiously. I wasn't even sure how they knew where I lived. It was a bit creepy, honestly.
"I was worried about you since you weren't at school. I wanted to check on you." Max said. I blushed a bit, not that they would be able to tell through my bruised face. Max was very sweet. I wasn't used to it.
"And you?" I said, looking at Grey eyes.
"I had to drive the fucker here, since he rode with me to school. He wouldn't shut up about checking on you." I should've known that he wasn't here because he was sweet, too. I can tell he's not by the way he is still angrily looking at me.
"God, Striker, do you have to be so rude towards her? She's done nothing to you." Max said.
"Thanks, Max, but its alright. I should probably go back in, though. I'm fine. Thank you for checking on me, the both of you. Even if it was against you will, Striker?" I questioned the name, as it was a very odd name.
"Yeah. Let's go now." Striker said, pulling Max with him.
"Bye, Aella! See you Monday at school!" Max yelled, as Striker continued dragging him to the car.
Fuck. It just sunk in the today is Friday, which means the weekend, which means I am stuck in this hell hole with father all weekend. God help me.
