Coach Styles (h.s.)

One

"Sun is up, I'm a mess

Gotta get out now, gotta run from this

Here comes the shame, here comes the shame.. "

- Chandelier by Sia

~ Avalynn ~

"Nerd.."

Cut.

"Useless.."

Cut.

"No one loves you.."

Cut.

"Why don't you do us all a favor and just die?!"

Cut. Cut. Cut.

The crimson coloured liquid was dripping down my arm and to be honest I felt nothing.

No pain.

No tears.

I was numb.

"Come out, you b*tch!" I heard a manly growl followed by the sound of someone pounding their fist against the door which made me jump.

Seconds later my bathroom door was kicked open.

There goes another door..

"Didn't you fucking hear me you dumb b*tch? Where the f*ck is my beer?!" My so called dad screamed at me pulling me up by my collar.

He ignored my bleeding arm completely, just like every other time.

I scream out in agony when he squeazed the fresh cuts purposely.

"P-please dad, I-" I was cut off when he threw me against the nearest wall and I fell to the ground.

"Don't"

Kick to my stomach.

"You"

Kick to my side.

"Ever"

Another kick to my side.

"Call me dad again! I'm not your f*cking dad!"

A final kick to my face is delivered when finally everything starts to get blurry and my eyes shut closed.

Just like every other damn day.

. . .

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I woke up to the annoying sound of my alarm.

Wait. How did I even get in my room? I can't remember a thing after I blacked out.

I groan throwing the duvet away from my body. Otherwise I won't get up in a hundred years.

I was still dressed in my clothes from yesterday which kind of disgusted me. My head was throbbing and I could feel an aching pain on my waist.

I get off of my bed and walk into my bathroom, stripping naked.

There was dried blood on my right arm and I could see purple and black bruises forming on my stomach and waist side.

I ran my fingers over the marks and winced.

This is your life, Ava. My Subconscious reminds me.

There's no way out.

--

After my shower I quickly got dressed hoping I could sneak out before my dad woke up.

If there was anything I hated almost as much as home - it was school.

" Hi Ava" I was greeted by Quincy, my only friend. She was just like me.

Very shy, doesn't speak to anyone, but she was a truly beautiful girl.

She has these incredibly bright blue eyes which are a contrast to her braun-blackish hair.

"Hi Quinn" I smiled at her putting all my books into my locker as slow as I could, dreading to go to my first lesson.

"Do you still plan about going to the soccer practise today after school?" Quinn asked me pushing her glasses up her nose.

"I don't know.." I really wanted to.

It's been almost 4 years since I last played soccer and I need an excuse to get home late, so there would be a high chance of not getting another beating session from my father.

"I think you should" Quinn nodded as if agreeing to what she said.

"You are super good in soccer, Ava! Like, really. I know all the girls who want to start playing soccer is to impress all the guys here including the new coach. And I also know that they aren't as good as you, like no one is as good as you! Like, really!"

Did I mention that Quincy is really, really bad in convincing someone?

I shoke my head smiling slightly.

If she wasn't my friend, I'd probably find hee extremely annoying.

"Yeah I'll see. I'm not as comfortable wearing shorts and you know that."

"Oh yeah, right I remember. Because of that bad burn mark you got on your tigh when you were younger right?" She frowned.

Yes, and because of all the scars and bruises I got partly from my father or from cutting.

"Uh, yeah."

"Well, I still think you should give it a try. You can always wear leggings or something under the shorts" she smiled at me.

I nodded but suddenly my mind progressed the words she said earlier.

"Wait did you say new coach?" I asked nervously.

"Yeah, Coach Styles was his name I think! I heard he's like super hot! I mean, I wouldn't know, because I never saw him but that's what a couple of girls were talking about earlier in the girls bathroom" she blushed after basically admitting that she eavesdropped.

"Ew, I bet he's 40 and like super old " I mimicked her and she laughed.

"I guess there's only one way to find out, huh?" Quinn winked at me and just then the bell rang and we started walking to our first lesson.

I couldn't stop thinking about the new coach. Coach Styles.

*****

Soo this is chapter one!

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