Diary Meet My Life

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Beep!

Beep!

Beep!

Be-

I stop the alarm before it can go on any longer. I lazily get up and start getting ready.

After I'm done with my shower I get dressed in something long to cover up my newly bruises on my arms.

I make my way down stairs and start making fathers breakfast. I have to make it to perfection or I'll get beat again. I made his coffee and got the newspaper from the porch.

I started setting up his plate and newspaper just how he likes it. I started washing the dishes fast and went to start cleaning the kitchen until he comes down.

"Argh! Taylor is my breakfast ready?" a deep voice - that belongs to my father - said.

"Yes, sir." I replied stopping what I'm doing to give him my attention.

He sat down and started eating then he looked through the newspaper as usual. I checked the clock and seen that I have fairly 20 minutes to leave so I can get to school on time.

"Pardon me sir, May I be dismissed so I can head to school?" I asked him looking down knowing I couldn't handle his glare.

He hesitated for a minute but let me go. "Don't forget your cooking dinner tonight. My boss and his family are coming over." he said before I exited the door.

"Yes sir." I said with a weak nod of my head. I exited the house and started running to my bus stop. I made in time while the other students just stared at me.

The bus pulled up and I was silently praying god. As it headed off to the school I sat quietly avoiding everyone's stare. Finally school appeared and I was the last one off the bus.

The school day really consisted of me being bullied and me crying in the band room that was unlock during lunch. When school ended I made my way to the bus and headed home. I got off and walked in the house to see my father trying to find whatever he lost today.

"Father what's wrong?" I asked. "I've lost the important paper work that my boss gave me. Argh! Taylor could you go find it for me and then cook dinner." He said.

"Yes sir." I started searching for his lost work.

After the whole lost paperwork thing I started on dinner. Tonight it was my famous goulash with spaghetti sauce. I made garlic bread and brought out the champagne. Deciding I was done with the food and the set up I put the food in the oven so I can heat it up when they come.

I made my way upstairs and started cleaning the bathroom up there. After I was done I made sure the rest of the house was spotless.

"Oh Taylor your eating with us tonight so wear something presentable." My father yelled from his room across the hallway.

I decided to take a shower first because I smelt of sweat and cleaning supplies. After I was done I made my way to my closet and found a simple little dress and a black cardigan, to cover up the bruises. I put on some black tights and my flats.

I fixed my hair up to a high ponytail to at least look nice. I heard a car door being closed and looked out the window I saw my fathers boss and his family make their way to the door.

I hurried out the room and down the stairs. I opened the door before they can even ring the bell. "Oh...Um. Hello I'm John and This is my wife Laura." John - My dad's boss - said. I gave them a smile and ushered them in.

"These are my kids Isaac, Zander, Andy, and little Chad." He pointed them out and I realized that Isaac and Zander both go to my school.

My heart started beating fast and I couldn't breath for a second. These were the people that bullied me everyday with their stupid posse.

I faked a smile and ushered them to the living room. I excused my self to the kitchen to heat up the food. My father made his way down stairs and gave me a look that told me to 'be on my best behavior'.

He started chatting with the family while I set up the food and the plates. I started pouring the glasses and made sure to keep another one chilled.

"Dinner is ready everyone." I came in and told them politely with a smile. There was a chorus of yay's meaning they were starving as much as I was.

While we ate dinner I brought out some pie for desert. During dinner Isaac kept giving me glances like he knew me. I wanted to scream at him to stop but that would just earn me another beaten, and I wouldn't risk it tonight.

We were broken out of our glance by my father clearing his throat. I looked over at him to see he was getting very annoyed.

"Isaac do you seem to know my daughter?" My father asked clearly seeing our little eye contact.

"Sir, I'm positive I've seen her before but I'm not that positive where?" Isaac glanced at me again. My father looked over to me with a look in his eyes telling me to explain.

"I go to school with you and Zander. We've been going to school for a long time now since like... third grade." I answered truthfully looking at my half eaten pie. Silence was my reply.

"Really!? I never noticed you. I mean I would've noticed a pretty girl like you but how come I haven't until now?" Zander finally said to break the silence.

My father clamped his fist together and was trying to control his breathing.

"Um.. I just really don't talk to anyone." I replied in a whisper.

Dinner finally ended and they said their goodbyes and left. I passionately waited to be questioned by my father knowing he's already mad what happened at dinner.

Once the door closed he instantly slapped me in my face. Then he repeatedly punched me in my face.

I cried in agony.

Pain.

This will be very hard to cover up tomorrow.

"You slut. Trying to get all 'pretty' for my bosses sons. How sick are you? I can't believe you. You better clean this whole house till it's spotless or your getting another beaten." He demanded.

"Yes sir." I forced out through my sobs.

After I cleaned everything I went to take a shower and the water stinging my already bruised face.

I got out and put my pjs on. I grabbed my diary from under my pillow and turned to a new page.

Dear Diary,

Today was another beaten day. But Zander Colts called me pretty! That should say something. Also Isaac wouldn't stop staring at me all night.

No I'm not falling for them but just having all this attention on me is new to me. Usually they are just calling me ugly and dusty but they didn't and I was so glad for this.

Dad thinks I'm a slut because I looked decent. Like how could he? I so wish mom was here but my wishes never come true do they? Nope.

Well I think that's all I could tell you from today. :) Maybe tomorrow will be something different. Ah one can hope right?

Night Diary!

Sincerely, Taylor Williams <3

After I finished I placed it under my pillow and drifted off to sleep thinking what my dreams would bring me to tonight.