*BEEP *BEEP *BEEP*
I groaned in annoyance as my alarm clock went off, signaling the new start to another ordinary day of my dreadful life. I slowly opened my eyes, only to wince and squeeze them shut again because of the bright sunlight seeping through the curtains of my window. I sighed as I turned off my alarm clock and jumped out of bed, immediately missing the warmth of the covers.
Then I slipped on my slippers and trudged to the bathroom, where I took a quick shower, did my hair into a simple ponytail, and applied a light layer of makeup. I put on a light blue tank top with faded jeans, and a pair of dark blue sandals to finish everything off.
I walked out of my room and over to the kitchen where my boyfriend, Andrew, sat smoking cigarettes.
“Um, did you make any breakfast?” I asked hesitantly.
“Make it yourself, you lazy bitch!” he snarled back at me.
I winced at that remark, but set to work cooking breakfast for the two of us.
You see, my boyfriend wasn’t always like this. He used to be fun, sweet, and charming, and loved me as much as I loved him. But in just one day, he had changed completely. That day, we were receiving our marks for out school projects. I managed to convince Andrew to try his best at it, and he gave it all his effort, to receive a full mark on it. He grinned at me proudly from across the room as he flashed me a wink, and ran off to show his mates. I watched everything that happened. His mates scowled at him and called him a geek. His smile immediately fell and tears filled his eyes. Then his mates started laughing and called him a crybaby. From then on, Andrew started abusing me and blamed me for everything that happened that day. Then he started smoking and drinking, bringing different girls home every night to sleep with, to keep up with the whole “bad boy” look.
Why am I still dating him, you ask? Well, my parents died in a horrific car crash around the time that Andrew started abusing me, which made my life a whole lot more unbearable. I was forced to move in with Andrew, and he would let me live with him under one condition: I had to cook for us, clean for us, and do his homework. Since I had no other choice, I agreed and have been living under this rule for 2 years, along with his constant beatings, harsh retorts, and cigarette burns whenever I did something that he didn’t like.
Well, I finished cooking breakfast consisting of bacon, toast, and scrambled eggs. I handed his plate to him and he grabbed it without a word, plunking down on the couch and click on the TV.
I stared at him for a while, wondering how anyone could be so heartless and cruel. Then I shook my head as I quickly ate my breakfast and got ready to leave for school. I had to leave early and walk there because Andrew refused to drive me.
As I opened the door to leave, I heard his voice shout out.
“Jennifer?!”
“Yeah?”
“Tiffany’s coming tonight, so you better stay out of sight.”
That fake blonde slut. I sighed, closing the door of the house behind me.
This was going to be a long day.
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xx Jing
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