Remy & Cam: No Love Lost

My Nightmare

"Daddy no, what did I do! What did I do?" My father walked up on me and swiftly swung his hand in my direction, connecting with a closed fist to the face. I flew back towards the hallway wall, and slid down to the floor. He continued to swing on me like I was some stranger on the streets. I could taste blood in my mouth. I was lying on the floor in the fetal position trying to protect myself, when he finally decided to stop. When I looked up at his face, all I saw was pure anger and hatred. He looked crazy as the sweat beads dripped down off his face. 

I pulled myself off the floor, once I saw my father was walking into the darkness that covered the living room like a thick blanket. I made an attempt to make my way to the bathroom to clean myself up and head to my room, but my mother had different plans for me. I made it to the bathroom and turned on the light. Once the light came on, my face was covered in punches. It all happened so fast, I didn't have time to hide my face from the attack. I fell back into the hallway, bumping against the wall, I could feel my eyes swelling up to the point where it was almost haed to see.

I tried to push my mother away from me; she just kept coming at me but with more force than before. She grabbed me by my hair and drug me into the bathroom. Next thing I was being drowned in pissy toilet water. I struggled to get up but with each attempt, my mother punched me hard in my ribs. I thought I was on my last breath, when my mother finally pulled my head out of the toilet. I was crying and gasping for air while lying on my back. Out of nowhere, my mother kicked me in my chest. She knocked the air right back out of me, to the point I almost blacked out.

I couldn't believe all the abuse I had to endure. I often wondered why my parents even had me. If this was the type of love they planned to express to me every day of my life, then I don't want it. I hardly came out of my room when they were in the house. When I did, this is what I got for showing my face. My mother always made it known how much she hated me. I got my ass beat every single day of the week, each beating was worse than the last. I was more than happy when she finally walked out the bathroom, and down the hallway towards the living room where my father was. 

I closed and locked the bathroom door, turned on the hot water in the shower, peeled off my wet-bloody clothes, and got in the shower. I cried as I washed the piss and blood mixture off. When I was done, I wrapped up in a towel. After drying off, I grabbed my bloody clothes off the floor. Taking a deep breath, I turned off the bathroom light and slowly opened the door. I slowly stuck my head out of the door, looking around for my parents. I could hear them in the living room having sex so it was safe. I ran to my bedroom locking the door behind me, got dressed in my pajamas, got in bed, and cried myself to sleep.

I woke up earlier than usual for school. I hopped out of bed got dress and brushed my long curly hair. I avoided looking in the mirror by any means; I didn't want to see what my face looked like today. The reflection that would be staring back at me, was all too familiar; the busted lip and black eye, puffy cheeks, and a cut covering the side of my face. I stole my mother's foundation to cover my eye. See, I was good at hiding bruises and black eyes. I used a little bit of lip gloss and lipstick mixture to cover the cut on my lip. Everything always worked out. And my thick curly hair covered the cut on the side of my face. Everything about me almost looked perfect.

The only thing I couldn't get rid of was the pain that ran through my body; it hurt like hell to move. But I wasn't trying to suffer a full day of ass whoopings from my parents. Last night was more than enough for me. Hiding all my bruises, lumps, and bumps, I walked out my room and down the hall. When I made it to the living room, I saw my parents asleep on the sofa, naked and uncovered. They had no care in the world that they had an underage teen in the house. Selfish bastards. I couldn't stand my parents and I wish I could just leave.

I walked out the front door as quiet as a mouse. I didn't want them to hear me leave. I just wish I didn't have to come back later. One day, they would no longer see me. I made it to school after stopping at the store a block away. I wasn't allowed to touch anything in the house that wasn't given to me. My parents fed themselves, I never ate with them. I had to make sure I fed myself, or starve throughout the night. Sometimes, a few of my teachers would notice the bruises and when I was hungry, they made sure I had a snack between classes. I knew they could hear my stomach growling; that's what happens when you're being starved at home.