The Abused Girl

Beaten

Stormy POV
I wake up my head throbbing and I shrink back down under the covers not wanting to move. Suddenly I hear a loud stomping above when I lift the covers plaster lands on my face.

Frightened of what will happen if I don't get breakfast done on time. I meander over to the bathroom seeing my pale complexion, black hair and icy blue eyes and all I see is a lifeless stare. No emotion. Nothing.

Tears well up flooding my vision, they roll down my cheeks. James burst into the room "What's so taking so long!?" He slaps me across the face. I turn my head away not wanting to see his hideous smile.

"Look at me!" He spit in my face. But when I didn't obey his hand swiftly connected with my stomach, I collapsed immediately. Making it look like I was groveling at his feet.

"I said look at me you piece of sh*t!" He yelled anger rising in his voice. I lifted my heavy eyes off he ground meeting his eyes, he strikes me again. Before I could move he grabbed a fistfull of my hair and starts dragging me up the stairs towards he kitchen.

Hurdling me across the room. I recoil backwards, curling into a ball hiding my face and leaning against the bottom cupboards. Afraid out of my wits. I lift my head only to see a glass bottle barreling in my direction.

I hastily avert my head while the bottle exploded dangerously close to my eyes "Get outta my sight!" He turned and plopped himself into the couch. And before he could change his mind I scurried downstairs to my room.

The cool cement touched my feet. I limp towards my dresser pulling out an oversized gray t-shirt and some worn black jeans with paint spattered and smeared all over them. (Outfit above).

All of my clothes are from James. The only thing he'll buy for me is makeup to hide bruises and cuts. We moved again cause he was getting to many noise complaints. Most of the time from me screaming. But I've been here for quite some time now surprisingly.

I hobble out of my room closing the door softly behind me not wanting him to hit me again. I peek around the corner, seeing James passed out and on the floor.

I grab my books off the counter and rush out the door shutting it carefully after me. I sigh in relief. And make the journey to school. I walk as slow as possible to the hell called school.

Not paying any attention to my surroundings I ran into a tall muscular figure. I sit up and see the irresistible eyes of Ashton Harris, only the most popular guy at school.

Seeing him rub his head I pop up and put my hand out to help him up. Not expecting him to grab it. But he did. "Sorry!" I say shyly "It's fine." He assured me "No it's not I bumped into you," I see half of a sandwich scattered on he ground "And I made you drop you food!"

I said pulling out my wallet. I hand him five bucks "No it's fine." He insisted, but I slapped the money on his chest and hurried away to my first class.

~Later~
The glorious tune of the bell rang through the entire school. I sat through that class without falling asleep. New record! As I stepped outside my face met the ground.

Not the first time I've basically made out with the ground. But I really didn't appreciate our encounters I lift my head from the ground seeing a smirk plastered Kristina Davis smug little face.

Kristina Davis: Queen Bee of the school. Rude, arrogant, and she will do anything to get what she wants. Also is in love with Ashton Harris. But the best part is that he pretends that she doesn't exist.

A hand waves in my face signaling for me to grab it. But before I could thank this person, Kristina jumps in front of me blocking my view. I peek over her head only to see Ashton. I roll my eyes and start to walk off.

I squeal at some one pulling me back. He smiles and hands me a bag of candy "What?" I asked in surprise "I bought it with the money you gave me!" He said gleefully, I pushed the candy back towards his chest "I made you drop your sandwich, keep it," he opened his mouth to argue "Ah! No! I said ''keep it!" I declared walking away, yet again.

~After school~
I walk home as slow as possible, thinking about what might happen when I walk through the door. But instead of continuing the walk to the apartment I pulled out a book about myths and fairy tales.

I think the reason I like these types of books is because every time your in a bad situation there's always some one there to save you.
But this life I'm living is not a fairytale and no one is going to save me.

I collapsed to the ground placing my hands on my face and started to shake at a rapid pace. Tears flooded.my eyes when I heard James voice in my head. You little sh*t! You really are stupid aren't you?! I heard him yell.

"It's not real." I tried comforting myself, and rocked back and forth. That's when I realised I was being shaken "Are you okay?" A familiar voice asked hesitantly, my vision was blurry and tears were still running down my face.

I wiped the tears off my face and seeing that the person was Ashton... Of all people he had to be the one here?! His brown hair crossing over his face made him even more irresistible.

"Really?!" I blurted out looking up towards he sky, after I realised what I had said, I briskly brought my hands up to my big mouth. Still shaking I turn away from him in embarrassment, purposely making my hair fall in my face.

I felt a warm hand touch mine which made me flinch and turn my head towards him at a rapid speed. Our heads closer than I felt comfortable about. Ashton tries placing my hair behind my ear but I draw back before he could even touch me.

"Are you okay?" He smiles weakly. I hated that question "Yeah." I lied, he asked the question again making me frustrated "Yes!" I reply now very annoyed. I pick up my things and start to walk away but was stopped by the one and only, Ashton Harris... Again.

It caught me off guard but I held in squeal. He looked flustered when I turned around and asked "What?" He extended his arm and said "Umm... Ashton Harris. "I know," I say vacantly "Stormy Knight." I said returning his gesture. "I know." He repeated.