The Silent One

Chapter 3

(Sorry I changed her name her name was originally Melody. But now it's Isabella and Bella for short)

I woke up feeling my body ache from falling down the stairs last night. I slowly tried to get up only to be met with the ground again. Groaning as I slowly yet carefully got up from the ground.

Crawling over to my bed while trying not to make any sudden movements. I plugged my phone in the charger seeing as it was dead. Using the wall for support I slowly stood up. Making my way to the bathroom shivering from the cold December air. Turning the shower on. Sighing as I took my clothes off carefully. I'm very aware that I have to cook his breakfast. But right now that's the last thing on my mind.

My mind drifted off to a set of Choloate brown eyes. Smiling lightly at the thought that he helped me from that douche bag. Aww how cute the little bitch got a crush. The voice in my head said mocking me. I pushed the voice out my head well at least for now and got into the shower.

My body felt numb under the freezing water. Father said that I don't deserve hot or warm water. Apparently I'm an ungrateful brat who doesn't appreciate what she has. With that thought I grabbed my strawberry scented shampoo. Squirting some in my hand. I started to wash my hair staring at the roots, then going to the end.

After scrubbing my long curly black hair for 5 minutes I rinsed it out.  I grabbed my lavender scented soap. Scrubbing my body until it was red and raw. Turning the shower off and stepping out the tub, I grabbed a tattered towel wrapping it around my body.

I shivered as my feet hit the cold basement floor while, making my way to the pile of clothes I have in a corner.
Bending over slightly I picked out a pair of  black leggings,along side with my brownish colored hoodie. After putting my clothes on I headed to another corner, wear my shoes are at.
Sliding on my shoes on I made my way up the steps.

Knocking on the door three times I stood on the top step recalling when this first became my room.

~flashback~

It was the middle of the night and I was having,a nightmare about my moms death. I shot up out of my bed breathing heavily. Cold sweat ran down my head, at a fast paced mixed with salty tears.

I closed my eyes and counted to ten, and tried to get my breathing under control. Once I got my heart to calm down I curled up in a ball. Crying silently as I prayed that the monster didn't hear me. But it seemed like luck was never on my side. I flinched when I heard my bedroom door slam open. Lifting my head up from my knees, I looked up to a very angry father. "What the hell are you screaming for you woke me out my damn sleep!" He roared his face red making him look like a tomato. "I-i had a bad d-dream." I stuttered scared of the monster, that stands in my bedroom door. He laughs an evil laugh only if we had some, creepy music to play in the back ground. "You had a nightmare that's it!"

His voice got louder and louder, as he made his way to my bed. I nodded my head as tears streams down my face. "Get up now." He mumbled I looked, at him confused as to why I had to get up. I guess i didn't get up quick enough because he grabbed me, by my arm and dragged me off my bed. He lifted me up so I was face to face with him. "You woke me up because of a nightmare girl?" He yelled in my face, it took every fiber in my body to not, cringe at the smell of his breath.

Nodding my head weakly. "Y-yes father I-I'm sorry it w-won't happen a-again." I looked in his eyes pleading, for him to not punish me for waking him up. "Damn right it won't happen again!" He growled out "Wanna know why?" He asked with dark humor lining his voice. I nodded my head shakily. He smirked and dragged me out my room. Confused on to where he was taking me. When the basement came in view, I started to panic. He opened the basement door and looked at me amused, by my panic expression. "Please I'm sorry please don't make me go down their!"