Razor

[PART THREE]; The Principals a Bitch!

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck fuck!" I was thinking as I walked outside the classroom. My heart was racing and so was my mind. I'd been found out, I wasn't sure how but either way I was fucked. I knew I'd get a beating from my Father and I knew my Mother wouldn't give a fuck. After my sister was born, she changed. Her life revolved around my little sister and she almost ignored dad and I. The principal began to talk, but I couldn't hear her. I was fucking terrified until I felt a warm hand grasp my own from behind me. I looked over it was Aida. She had her sleeves rolled up to reveal her cuts and I could tell she was stressed just like I was. 

"...and because of this, it's our school policy that we have to contact your parents," the Principal finished. I hadn't heard any of what she'd said apart from the part where she said she'd call my parents. Aida squeezed my hand, she knew I wasn't scared of authority like I was as a kid. She knew I was about to fucking snap- but the affection she gave me brought me back to the surface. Even though I wasn't in love with her anymore, her approval meant a lot to me. The principal sent us back into class where Aida and I sat next to each other and where dead silent for the rest of the day.

That afternoon, I raced into the school bathroom and began rubbing soap into my cuts hoping that maybe I could get rid of some of the redness surrounding them and make them less noticeable. Alais, despite my efforts my scars where still red and swollen with puss. No matter how many times I washed them, within minutes the disgusting fluids would build back up again. Eventually, I gave up. There was nothing I could do and I'd done something bad and I had to face the consequences. I began the walk home. Time seemed to stop, or at least move significantly slower than normal. As I walked home, the sun began to set. It was a beautiful winter afternoon and as the sun began to set I could feel the warmth of it's rays bouncing off the side of my face.

As I began to walk up the familiar street I lived on I took in the air around me. I stopped and looked around and began to prepare myself for the incoming shitstorm. As I unlocked the gate and walked up the front steps I heard a voice from below.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO THIS TIME, EVELYN?" Shouted my dad from below. I ignored him, I'd been dealing with his shit for years and I wasn't about to get another beating for making another snarky remark. I always hated my birth name, at the time I didn't know why it made me feel so horrible about myself but there was something about it that make me want to be sick. I went over to my desk and noticed my laptop was missing. I threw papers everywhere and ripped out all my drawers but I couldn't find it? 

"Your mother isn't letting you get away with this shit without any punishments anymore," I heard a deep voice from behind me say. It was Dad. He was standing in my doorway holding my laptop in one hand and his other was stretched out in front of him like he was becoming for me to give him something. My phone, shit. Over my dead body was I going to give this clown my phone. 

"I haven't got it. I smashed it." I responded, sharply. He didn't press the matter any further and walked away slamming the door behind him. Mum would be home soon, It was time for me to get ready for the devil herself to awaken.