Breaking Her Walls

Chapter 2

* Nightmare/memory *

I walk into my room and notice something is amiss, I look around and see my stuff everywhere. I immediately run to the loose floor board on the ground and lift it up, inside is a box. I reach down and grab the box, but it feels lighter then usual, I stop breathing as I slowly open the box. Nothing. The box is empty. I scream, not because someone has broken into the dump, but because Rich (mums boyfriend, it cant have been mum as she is currently in jail) has stolen all my money. I had around 1,000 in there and have been saving like mad for the past year. I drop the box and rush out of the room, grab my cheap phone and am just angry enough to walk the whole 20 blocks to the bar that I know Rich will be getting drunk at, when the front door opens and in stumbles the devil himself. In the back of my head I know it's not a good idea to rile Rich up while he's drunk, but I'm so blind with rage I don't even hesitate.

"IF YOU'VE USED ALL MY MONEY ON BEER AND A HANGOVER IN THE MORNING I'LL KILL YOU!" I scream at him. Rich looks at me and smiles that smile that always makes the hairs stand up at the back of my neck, he digs into his pocket and pulls out a $100 note and drops it on the floor. I'm gaping at it, how the hell did he use $900 on beer, there can't possibly have been that many hot slutty girls there for him to buy drinks for!

"YOU BASTARD" I yell " I'VE BEEN SAVING THAT FOR AGES, DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY JOBS I'VE WORKED AT TO GET THAT MONEY, HOW LITTLE SLEEP I'VE HAD?!" He stumbles ford and I immediately take a step back, he smirks at this and grabs my wrist with a grip I know I wont be able to get out of, and pulls me forward. He slaps me with so much force spots fill my vision, and I fall to the ground as he releases me. He just stands there, staring at me, revealing in his power. But being me, I don't bother with the smart thing, which would be to just stay down and wait for him to move on, bored. I get to my knees and spit blood at him. 

"Fuck you Rich" His face is calm, but the anger is clear behind his eyes, and its only now as he speaks that I start to regret doing that. 

"Oh wouldn't you like to" He kicks out, but instead of getting my head he gets my in the neck, too drunk to actually aim properly. It's hard to describe the pain, but as I fall to the floor clawing at my neck and gasping for breath, I wish I were dead. It's not even completely about the pain, but how defeated I am, lying on the ground with Rich above me, raining my with kicks to the stomach. I don't even notice when he stops, the pain blends into one after a while.But I do notice as he bends down and starts to un-buckle my belt. I'm so sore from the kicking I can't do anything, and my throat is in no state to do anything useful, so as he slowly pulls down my jeans all I can do is whimper and try to block it out. 

* End of nightmare/memory *

I wake up sweating and panting, I look around and begin to panic when I see I'm not in my room, just as I'm about to yell out I realise I'm at dads house. I relax back into bed and try to stop my body from shaking so violently. I decide that going back to sleep isn't a good idea so I get up and pace for a bit before getting down and start doing push ups. I do this for as long as I can, but eventually my eyes start to shut and I can no longer force them open. I couldn't be bothered getting back up into the bed so instead I curl into a ball and hold my knees close to my chest. 

I open my eyes and look at the clock to see I've been asleep for and hour and it's now 6:50. I stand up and fix the bed, picking pillows up that I've thrown in my nightmarish state. When done I go in search of a shower. 

I find one just outside the room and lock the door behind me. Stripping down I run my hand over the various scars and dark bruises that cover me like an art work. I don't turn the heat on as I get in the shower, and instead focus on every part of my body that the cold water touches, and after a while I begin to relax and wash away the night before.