//you and i\\

one☆

Even though it seemed like I was a normal teenager, I wasn't. If you think about it, there really is no definition of normal.

My mom, I never got to know her. I never got to have those talks with my mom like any other girl does with their mom about their first period, their first boyfriend, how to do laundry.

My brother, Derick, is away at college and has been for the past two years.

And as for my dad? He's a workaholic and an alcoholic. He works from early in the morning, to late at night. And when he gets home? He grabs his cigarettes, a few beers, and disappears.. I'm usually at home with my dad's stay at home girlfriend, Denise. 

I usually spend my nights crying in my room, hiding from my dad and Denise. Usually, I'm crying because my dad and I always get into fights. Sometimes verbal, sometimes they get physical. Especially the nights when he has had quite a few drinks.

"Rebecca you better be waking your lazy ass up and getting down here for breakfast!" Denise yelled from downstairs. "It won't be my fault when you're late for school, you bitch!" she yelled again.

I slowly get out of bed, shutting my alarm clock off and go to my closet. I pull out a hoodie and move towards my dresser for a pair of leggings and a bra. I go to the bathroom and change and put my hair in a low ponytail. I wash my face and I walk downstairs and eat the pieces of bacon Denise saved for me. I eat the bacon and then I head back upstairs to brush my teeth.

I put my laptop in my bag and then I put on my shoes. I go over to my nightstand and take my phone off of the charger and slip it into my hoodie pocket. I sigh and then run downstairs and leave my house without saying goodbye to Denise.

I run over to my friend Jenny's house where I'll meet the rest of my friends, Casey, Lillian, and Zach. I've known Lillian since kindergarten. She's been my neighbor since a few years ago after she moved from the other side of town. Casey is your typical musical guy friend. He writes music and plays piano, guitar, and drums. Zach is the opposite of the stereotype for a football player. He's the quarterback on the football team and he's the sweetest thing ever. And finally, Jenny. Jenny has always been there for me. And her mom. Her mom is basically my mom because I go over to her house so much that she basically just take care of me.

But what she doesn't know is that my dad abuses me physically. None of them know actually. Just me. Yep. And I really want to say something but I don't know what would happen. I mean wouldn't their parents call authorities? I knock on the door sighing. The night before I went to bed, my dad and I got into yet another argument. 

*flashback*

I finish scrubbing the dirty plate I was washing and put it in the strainer. I let the dishes sit there for a few minutes and then I head upstairs. I put any of my dirty laundries from the floor into my basket and I head down to the laundry room.

I dump in my laundry and pour in the correct amount of soap and start my load. I head towards the kitchen to put the dishes away and head up to my room to go on my laptop. I go and check my grades and to see if I have any assignments I can get a head start on. Considering that tomorrow was the first day back from winter break. So since tomorrow was going to be a busy day, I honestly don't think we will have enough time to pick up coffees.

I hear a slam from the front door downstairs as I gulp. I head downstairs to greet my dad. I can already tell from his breath when I gave him a hug and looked at him, he was drunk. I want to say he's had about 9 or 10 drinks already. "Is the kitchen done?" he asked. I shake my head yes. "Laundry?" I shake my head no. "Almost." He looks angry. "What do you mean almost?" I start shaking and bite my lip anxiously. "I'm only one person, dad, I can only get so much done." He slaps me across my face. "All this time you've been home and you AREN'T done?" He starts constantly kicking and hitting me. "Please, I beg you, stop!" I say, tears rolling down my face.

"Y-you know what! You're so pathetic, dad! Every day, you come home thinking I'm going to do everything for you and Denise. Well, I'm not, dad. I'm not going to be around forever. I'm not going to be around in a few years when I'm in college, or when I move out and move somewhere out of state. I won't come to help you. You want to know why dad? Because of this. Because of the abuse, you put me through every day. It hurts. Dad. And I'm not going to put up with it anymore!"

"You don't talk that way to me young lady!" my dad says pulling on my arm and throwing me down the stairs. "You treat father with respect, and with care. You will take care of me whether you like it or not. I am your father and you will take care of me." he grabs a belt from his room and starts hitting my back with it. I cry in pain and in agony. He starts whipping me not only on my back but various other places as well. Including areas such as my arms, my stomach, my thighs, and other places it could hurt. He kicks me until I can't get off of the floor. 

A few hours later, I finally get up and off of the dirty floor. I feel pain in my back and my arms. I get up and off the floor and realize, I had bled a little bit. I grab the mop, and clean up the hardwood floor and head upstairs.
I pick out my favorite vanilla bath bomb from lush and I head to my bath and start up the warm water. I take out my charcoal peel-off mask and apply it on my face. As I drop my bath bomb into the water and let it soak into the water. I undress carefully and look at myself in the mirror.

My dad usually doesn't hurt me this badly. My brother would always say to keep my head high, to strive for happiness. To ignore it. But I couldn't. I had marks on my back with blood from every direction. Some of it was still fresh, some of it was dry. I hop into the bathtub when it's finally full. I sit down and relax. I sit and lay there for about thirty to forty-five minutes. I scroll through my Instagram feed and get out of the tub. I  dry off, and wash my face and carefully get into bed. After a couple of hours, I finally fall asleep, tossing and turning.

*end of flashback*

"Hey, Becca!" Jenny says smiling opening the door. "Hey, Jen," I say frowning. "You and your dad got into another argument?" she questioned. I shake my head yes. "Awe babes I'm sorry. Come on in, we're waiting on Casey." I smile. "Alright." I walk into the house and set my stuff down. "Good morning Rebecca!" Mrs. Kyce says with a grin. "Morning Karen!" I say with a returning smile.

"Exactly!" Lilian says. We were talking about how it's absurd how teachers give us homework the first day back from break. "Excuse me for a second." I quickly head to the bathroom to check myself.

I tightly shut the door behind me and lock it. I look at my back and I look at anywhere else I had bruises. I covered up the bruises on my arm this morning with makeup but I don't think it covered it enough. I know I covered up the tiny ones on my ankles and stomach so people wouldn't see them in the locker room for the gym. 

After a couple of minutes of waiting, we finally hear the doorbell ring. We all walk up to the door to see Casey standing on the other side. "Thanks to you, I don't think we'll have enough time to hit up 'Boulangerie et Café'." Casey rolls his eyes.

"Do we really have to stop there every morning? I understand it's our hangout spot but we don't have to go there EVERY day. Can we just skip out on it today?" I sigh. "Okay, I guess so. But can we at least go to Starbucks? I didn't get any sleep last night." Lillian said. I smile. "Yeah of course. Who's driving today?" We all looked towards Zach. "Fine! Bec you're driving tomorrow." I laugh. "In your dreams!"