Battered and Bruised

Story about him

It's Wednesday, 7.05 in the morning. A month after Jaxon started to pick me up from work. Jaxon and I spent our days casually, nothing special; just we had lunch together, handled the annoying Liam, and he picked me up from work. I can say that we grow closer as the time goes by.

I stand in front of my mirror. The bruises almost disappear, but I still can see the purple-ish in few places. The one on my cheek is still visible but not as much as yesterday. I put concealer on to cover all the bruises on my body.

I don't want anyone to see my scars. I want people to look at me like I'm a normal teenager, without her scars, bruises, and her far-from-perfect life. I want to live like the others, especially like normal teenagers; have friends who love me unconditionally, money for living, a warm house with my family in it, loving parents who will give me everything I need, siblings who will listen whatever I tell them and hug me when I cry, and maybe a boyfriend who loves me endlessly.

Talking about the life I've been dreaming about, I really wish my mom was here. But sadly, she doesn't. She's gone, she's not here, I will never see her again. I take my mom's photo from my desk then I look at the beautiful woman smiling at the camera while holding a baby girl on her lap. She was so pretty wearing floral dress and her hair was braided from side to side. The pretty woman I called my mom.

Mom, how are you? The weather is nice and I hope it will be a beautiful day today. Don't you want to know how I'm doing? I'm not fine, mom. I never was. Do you know that dad was abusing me? Yes, he is. He always abuses me. He left me battered and bruised. He hit me like I was a punching bag. He's not a human anymore, mom. He's not the same father I know. He is a demon. He's not my father.

I need you here, mom. Why did you leave me here with a demon? Why didn't you bring me with you so I don't have to live this way? You ever told me that I will be happy and have a good life in the future. I believed you, mom. But not anymore, I won't be happy or have a good life. After all I've been through, all I can see is darkness, lonely, misery. I don't see the light you've told me, maybe that light is so far away so I can't see it from here. Take me with you, mom. I can't stand all of this anymore. Send the reaper to take me.

I was crying hysterically and the tears wetting my cheek and shirt. I try to control my breath and I force myself to stop crying and calm down. I take the tissues then I wipe the tears from my cheeks then put the photo back to my desk and stand up get ready to school.

I'm late. I miss the first period.

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The clock is ticking slowly. One second feels like one year. But thankfully, I finished my classes and now I'm on my way back home. The wind is blowing coldly, makes me shiver. I hold my sweater closer and put my beanie on my head. I remember my mom made this beanie and used this every time she went out.

My eyes get teary every time I think about my mom. Poor her, she can't breathe and can't feel this cold breeze. She doesn't know how much I miss her.

My dad was already at home when I arrive. He looks directly at me as I close the door. His eyes show me how mad he is. He's drunk and he's mad. Perfect combination!

I don't dare move my body, I just look at him, wondering what will he does.

He's glaring at me like I'm the one who ruined his life. Maybe I am.

"Don't you dare put your eyes on me!" He yells at me. He slowly walks toward me. I bring my gaze to my shoes and walk backward. My heart beats rapidly.

He's gonna beat me. He's gonna hurt me.

Silently, I prepare myself to bear the pain he caused and to bear myself not to cry. I'm strong, his punches and his kick wouldn't break me. Mom, please help me. Protect me from this demon.