𝘉𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴

n o s t a l g i a

she wore a smile like a loaded gun 

- atticus

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Althea's POV

❝Wake up, you bitch.❞ My dad screams from down stairs

I instantly shoot up from my bed, ignoring the pain and the bruises on my back and front. I hurriedly get ready for my first day of school at Whitewood High. I put on dark blue ripped jeans, an white top tucked into my jeans, and a dark grey cardigan, and my white vans. I put on some makeup to hide my bruises on my face and arms. 

I grab my bad and head downstairs to make my father some breakfast. As usual, I see him drunk on the couch with a bottle in one hand and on the other was my mother's picture. I walk in to the kitchen and start grabbing the materials I need to make him some eggs. As soon as I'm done, I put it in front of him and right then do I feel a sharp stinging on my cheek.

❝Get out of my sight, you slut.❞ He screamed at me with loathing eyes filled with such hatred and dislike. 

He slapped me again and kicked me in the stomach after throwing me on the ground and then went back to ignoring me. I lay there because I knew that if I moved I knew I would hurt all over. I get up and out the door. I lock the door behind me and start walking to school. 

I forgot to mention that I'm Althea Davis and I'm 17 years old. I have an abusive father drinks more than he eats. He's been like that ever since my mother died from a car accident when I was 10 year's old. In the beginning, it was just verbal abuse basically reminding how much I looked like my mother and I'm there to haunt him. Around when I was 14 years old, did he start hitting and kicking me and over years it got worse to cigarette burns and cuts. That's when one night I was wandering around after my father had beaten me to pulp did I find an underground fighting club. That's where I met John, he trained to be the best with fighting, guns. He was basically a father to me because took care of me when my own father couldn't. Every night I sneak out after my father was asleep and fight other people and earn cash. You're probably thinking, why don't you leave him if he abuses you? I can't leave him because he's the only family I have and I can't leave him on is own. Even though he abuses me, I still care for him because he's my father. Before my mother died, I was his little girl, his princess. We were like a normal family, eating dinners together, going to church on Sunday's, discuss how our day was going etc. I guess not everything is forever. 

At school I'm a totally different person. I'm guessing I would be a nerd because I do get bullied at school and am pretty quiet. Now you're probably wondering, why don't you stand up for yourself and fight back? I don't fight back because I wanna graduate high school and possibly go to college. I don't want some bimbo bitch to get in my way and cry fake tears. I finally arrive at school aka hellhole and realize that I'm 10 minutes late for first period. I go to my locker and get the books I need and head to first period. I walk through the door with my head down and right then does someone trip me and I fall face first. 

❝Look what the cat dragged in.❞ says a snobby voice. I look up and see the Queen Bitch Tiffany. At that moment I really wanted to snap something back but I resisted the urge. I feel my cheeks reddening in embarrassment and get up. 

❝Miss Davis, why are you late again for the 3rd time this week?❞ says Mrs. Casey, with a deep frown and excessive wrinkles. 

I just a mumble a sorry and go sit in my seat in the back of the class and put my head down. The class goes by in a blur and so does the day. I walk home and look in the driveway too see my dad's car is gone. I let out a breath of relief and open the door and walk inside. I go up to my room and start doing homework.

 I hear the door slam after about an 1 hour later and go down to see my father searching the refrigerator. He spots me and rage fills his eyes, he pulls me by hair and throws me onto the floor. 

❝You whore, where's my beer?!❞ he says. He grabs me and throws me onto the couch and straddles my waist. He lights up a cigarette and burns my arm. I scream as pain shoots through my arm. He does it over and over until my whole arm is polka dotted with cigarette burns. 

❝I hope this teaches you to remember my beer next time.❞ he says. 

He gets off me and slaps me face and repeatedly punches my face and kicks me. He gets up and leaves the room. I hear the front door slam. I get up slowly and walk up the stairs and into my room ignoring the pain. I put some ointment on my burns and fall onto my bed just in time to lose conscious. 

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