Along Came a Luna

Chapter Three

-Richard's Aesthetic-

"Hurry up kid. Get your ass out of my car. Start getting the boxes off the truck and into this fucking house now!"

What a peaceful way to wake up. I stretched my aching muscles and looked out the window to look at our new house. It was small and had a happy vibe surrounding it whilst small yellow daisies grew in the front garden. Well looks like that vibe won't last long with Richard around... Those flowers will be dead in less than a week.

A figure walked in front of my view and opened the door. I was instantly ready to be thrown out of the car, but nothing touched me. I looked up into the cold grey eyes of Richard. What is he doing?

"Are you getting out or not?" he asked with a sickly fake smile. Something is wrong. He is planning something.

I didn't answer, and I shifted my body to face the exit of his beat down car. My hand held the space where the door would usually be, to give me balance, and I swiftly left my seat. As soon as my legs plopped onto the stone driveway, I felt a sharp sting on my fingers. A whimper left my mouth and eyes automatically became glassy.

He slammed the door on my fingers...

Richard laughed and walked away with a skip in his step and a smirk plastered on his face. I looked down at my fingers and quickly adjusted the door so that it wasn't touching my skin. Purple smudges and red dots accumulated all over my fingers that had already started to swell to an abnormal size.

"Fucking hell! Grow a pair already. I hardly even hurt you... Now hurry up and unload these boxes. Unless you would rather me show you how bad it really gets when people don't do what I ask of them," he yelled from the front door whilst unlocking it in the process. I did not have to be asked twice.

His words sent a chill down my spine. He was right. What he did to my fingers was nothing compared to what he did to my mother. He could do so much worse to me... I guess I better start unpacking these boxes, with bust up fingers might I add.

Box after box, I carried all of them to their designated rooms whilst Richard sat on the couch in front of the T.V with a beer in his hands. Which I had to lift, place and set up all by myself. No surprise there. Once I had finished, I was officially ruined. My body couldn't take anymore, and I couldn't stop worrying about the piles of bottles at Richard's feet, I couldn't take another beating. Not now, not tonight. 

Stars started to shine in the dark sky as I dragged my feet into the kitchen. I grabbed a meal from the freezer and placed it in the microwave, placing it on for three minutes. Once finished, I placed it on a plate and grabbed a fork. Roast beef, peas and mash potato glanced up at me and made my stomach growl from lack of food. I walked to the Livingroom and placed the plate in front of Richard.

"About time slut! You start school tomorrow. No fucking funny business. If I see that you have made any friends, I will kill them and then finish you off. No beatings tonight, you are fucking lucky. Wouldn't want anyone finding out our little secret, would we?" his words came out in a drunken slur and I forced my head to nod.

"Good girl," he said whilst I nodded once again and started to make my climb upstairs to my safe haven, my room.

Once I had opened the door and walked inside, my eyes fell upon my bed.

"Have I ever told you that I love you?" I said staring at the pale blue duvet and pillows.

As I walked to my bed, I passed my stand-up mirror and came to an abrupt stop. Oh no. I look hideous. I lifted my shirt and saw black, blue and purple covering my skin. I hated to admit it, but Richard was clever. He never let any bruises form in places that couldn't be covered up. However, he mucked up with my fingers. I will have to come up with an excuse for that one.

"Oh! This? You won't believe me, but I fought a bear the other day. Luckily I got that right hook in, otherwise, I would be all scratched up! Hahaha." Hmm, that probably won't work. Maybe I will just go with that I slammed my hands in the door. People do that all the time, and technically that is what happened...  

I lifted my first-aid kit that sat under all my bags. I picked up the bandages and started to wrap my hand, the rest would have to wait.

I placed the kit onto the floor and continued my venture to my bed, briefly looking out of the window that was in front of it. The moon cast a bright white light into my room and before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.

Tomorrow is a new day.