Scared & Scarred

- chapter one -

(an: bold text means its her wolf, Bailey, speaking)

One, lone tear slowly trickled its way down my cheeks. I had run away again, just to clear my head and to get away from him. Another tear rolled down as the flashbacks of what had taken place a couple minutes ago filled my head. 

It was all coming back to me, all of the words he had yelled, all of the things he had thrown at me, all of the punches and kicks he had inflicted on me. I just wanted it to stop, I wanted a way out. 

But there was nothing.

The sun was setting, signaling that my time of of peace was over. I jumped down from the branch I was sitting on and glanced back at the oak tree, just for a moment, and then I turned around and slowly walked home. 

As I neared my house my breath quickened and I felt myself go pale. I prayed to the moon goddess that my father had gone out or fallen asleep. 

I knew I couldn't take another beating. 

My hand slowly turned the door knob, and I winced as a creak gave way as I pushed the door open. Carefully, I tip-toed across the hallway and past the living room. The sleeping figure of my father was sprawled out on the couch and beer bottles were littered around him.

 I walked up the stairs and made my way to my room, glancing at my reflection in a mirror. My brown, almost black, wavy hair was a mess, I had bags under my brown eyes and my body was bruised. There was a green and blue bruise which had formed on the right cheek but I knew by the next morning it would be gone. I teared my eyes away from the mirror and I lay on my bed. By now the moon had come out and it was what I looked at until my eyelids got heavier and heavier until I fell asleep.

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"CRASH!" A loud, very sudden, noise woke me up. I turned my head to look at the time, 8:07 am.

 Wait! What!? 

I had slept in and that wasn't good at all. I was meant to cook my dad breakfast and have it on the table by 8. 

"Thump. Thump. Thump." 

My head snapped to my door as I heard my dad coming up the stairs. I quickly shot out of bed and ran to the door but it was slammed open by my dad. 

"WHAT THE F*CK!" I whimpered and looked down.

"WHERE IS MY BLOODY FOOD!" dad yelled. He walked in my direction and heavily breathed through his nose. He was fuming. His face was red and the veins in his face were popping out.

 I knew it, I was screwed. 

I tried to think of an excuse but before I knew it there was a sharp, stinging sensation on my cheek. My eyes burned with tears as he shoved me on the ground and then he started kicking my ribs and every part of my body he could kick. I screamed and cried, until I couldn't take it. But just as I was about to lose consciousness he grabbed me by the shoulder and dragged me down the stairs. 

"MY BREAKFAST BETTER BE READY IN 5 MINUTES B*TCH!"

-

I heard the front door slam shut. He was gone. And then the tears started falling. I cried until I couldn't cry anymore.

 I slowly got up and walked to my bathroom which had the first aid kit in it. I cleaned up all the cuts and put ice on my ribs, which were definitely bruised and some of them were probably broken.  I walked out of the bathroom and realized that I was going to late for work. I chose an outfit and put some makeup on to cover the bruises on my face. I looked into the mirror and sighed. 

It was going to be a long day.

(a.n)

~ hey guys! I'm so sorry for literally not posting a chapter in like a year, there was so much happening last year (like so much) and I just didn't have the time (or motivation lol) but now I'm back and I will hopefully, definitely try to update consistently.

So I decided that I'm gonna update once a week, maybe same time I dunno but ya :)

~ I hope you enjoyed this week's chapter and maybe, hopefully, fingers-crossed you kinda liked it? 

see y'all next week!