"Wake up you pathetic bitch!", I jump up as my father's voice rings through my ears. Once he realizes I'm awake he grabs a chunk of my hair and yanks it to get me up and out of bed. He drags me down the stairs and into the living room, he then throws me on the floor and starts kicking my stomach harder with every kick. Once my father is finally satisfied with kicking me, he moves on to yanking me by my hair and slapping me over and over until he sees a bruise starting to form. He lets me go and I use the chance to run up the stairs trying to ignore the pain all over my body .
Once I reach my bedroom door I yank it open and close it as fast as I can. I let myself fall to the floor and cry. Soon as I feel the tears stop I decide to head to the bathroom and start getting ready for school. I used the restroom, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and applied concealer to cover the already purple bruise on my left cheek. I go to my drawers and pull out a black long sleeved shirt along with an oversized grey shirt, and my black ripped pants.
I slip on my underwear and bra then my black long sleeved shirt, my pants and lastly my oversized shirt. I make sure no bruises are peeking out, once I don't see any I grab my red converse along with some socks and slip them on. I decide to just comb out my hair and leave it down. I grab my backpack along with my phone and head out. I walk out as quiet and fast as possible without waking up my father,who's sleeping on the couch.
Once I'm outside I start making my way to school, which is about five minutes away from my house. I get to school with two minutes to spare before the bell. I decide to head to my locker to put some of my stuff away, and as I'm fixing my supplies I feel two cold hands cover my eyes. "Guess who" I look back and see Adeline my best friend. She smiles links our arms together and starts dragging us to our first hour, history.
After first hour we went to the rest of our classes.
The bell to go home rang, I sprang up from my seat and walked straight for the two front doors and start my walk home. As I think about everything I have to do when I get home I see a kid on the other side of the street crying as he holds a brown little stuffed toy in his arms. I debate on comforting the kid or getting home to clean and cook before my father gets home, but one more glance at the kid and I start running to the other side to see what's wrong. "What's wrong love" I ask the kid, he looks up at me with teary eyes and says "mommy, I can't find my mommy". I extend my arm "come on little guy I'll help you find your mommy." The little boy gives me his hand, and we go around the area and try to find his mom.
After about thirty minutes of looking for his mom with no luck, we decide to head to the police station and get help to find his mother. As soon as we walked inside, the boy looks up let's my hand go "mommy. "The boy runs to a middle- aged woman who has her arms extended out for the little boy. After they hug for a while, I say my farewell's and decide to head home before my father gets home.
As soon as I step onto my driveway I see my father's car and realize how much trouble I'm in.
I slowly make my way to the front door and reach for the door knob, I'm about to open the door when it suddenly gets yanked open!!
YOU ARE READING
Done Deal.
RomanceArabel catches the eye of the notorious mafia leader, Lucas bright. Will she fight the decision or will she let him save her, come along on the ride and discover what happens between these two. The book is very simple and fast!
