A Broken Mate

Chapter 1

My life used to be happy and amazing. I used to be friends with everyone. Yes everyone. I would always find the good in people. No matter what people did I saw the silver lining. I walked the halls with my head held high saying hi to everyone I pass. I always had a smile on my face. I used to be someone to help others. But when I moved in with my dad last year over Thanksgiving break, that all changed. I became the person to hide my face as I walked through the halls, to not speak to anyone, to do my school work and not brother or burden anyone. Everyone noticed my change, but no one knew the reason. They all had assumptions which were correct but they never got the confirmation that it was true.

I am 16 and live with my dad now. I am a sophomore in high school with straight A's. I have two older brothers who are twins that go to college now. they live with my mom. We don't talk much but when we do they know something is wrong. But I never tell what it is. I prefer to keep it to myself. I don't want anyone to feel like they have to help me. I am strong enough to fight my own battles. And I love my dad I could never put him in harm's way. He doesn't mean to do it. He just has a hard time and doesn't realize what he does. Maybe he does, but I like to tell myself he doesn't so it doesn't hurt as much knowing my dad could do what he does but to not have a care in the world what he does to his own daughter.

I only have two friends who talk to me still even though I don't tell them what's wrong. Becky and Marissa they still act like the normal self and want to get me out of my new bubble. They always lighten my mood and help me forget. It is Sunday night and a school not far from us shut down and their students have been sent to attend my high school. Becky and Marissa are texting me saying how excited they are to see the new hot boys who we will be going to school with.

Becky- omg they have the hottest guys at that school and now they will be going to school with us.-

Marissa- right?!-

Becky- maybe you can get over Joe by finding a hot guy I'm sure they would be glad to help ;)-

Marissa- yeah!-

Becky- what do you think Scar?-

Me- ya. Good idea.-

Marissa- you okay?-

Me- ya im just tired. see you guys tomorrow. I'm going to bed.-

Marissa- ok goodnight!-

Becky- night luv u girl!-

Then I put my phone on my charger and fell asleep thinking that tomorrow is going to be an interesting day.

I wake up to cold water being thrown on me."Get up you stupid bitch you have school!" Then I am yanked from my bed by my hair and thrown on the ground. Then my so called dad starts to kick me and get down on top of me and punches my face over and over. I start to cry after trying so hard not to and he notices. Oh shoot. When I cry he makes it worse. He then grabbed my wrist stood up leaving me on the floor and stepped on my arm. I heard a sickening crack and screamed. He broke my arm. I had just gotten it to heal. Then he continues to kick me in the ribs and stomach. Then he walked out of the room saying "That's for being born. And don't forget to cover everything up. Wouldn't want anyone to know."

I then got up wincing in pain. I walked to my closet and grabbed a pair of black leggings, a white tank top, & a denim shirt. I then want to the bathroom to shower.

Once I was done in the shower I got out and wrapped my body in a towel. I dried my chocolate, waist length hair with the blow dryer then I braided it to the left and got dressed. I walked to my night stand and sat on my bed after grabbing the medical rap and a metal ruler to set my arm back into place. I have done this so many times that I seem like a pro. This has been happening since I moved in over a year ago. I grab my pillow and bite on in to muffle my screams as I set my bones back into place. Then I put the metal ruler on my arm then wrap it to hold the bone in place. I then go to my closet and grab my brown leather boots and put them on. Then I grabbed my phone and backpack to head off to school. Oh this is going to be fun. Please note the sarcasm.

I walked down stairs crab the keys and to my car and walked out the door. My dad like to seem nice to everyone around me so they don't become suspicious so he bought me a car and makes me dress nice or at least fashionable. Once I get in my car I open the center console and grab about 3 ibuprofen. My dad doesn't let me take pain medicine because he thinks it makes me look weak so I have to hide it.

Once I get to school I pulled in to the parking spot and get out. I noticed there were a lot of people out side. They are probably waiting for the new kids to arrive. I start to walk up to the school when all of a sudden then I hear my friends Becky and Marissa shout my name. I turn around just in time to see them running over to me. Becky and Marissa both give me a giant hug squeezing me too hard and I winced from the pain of what my father had done to me earlier this morning. They pulled back and looked at me with a sorry expression on their faces. They didn't say anything because this happens a lot and I guess they learned not to ask.

Just then we noticed 10 nice black yukon xl's pull in. Everyone stands there staring waiting to see the new kids. All of the door begin to open and all of the people look like super models. The girls were all nice and fit and in designer clothes. While the guys were all buff and attractive. But only one person stood out to me. He was wearing dark wash jeans a black t-shirt and a black leather jacket. He had dark brown hair and it was styled so sexy. He was the HOTTEST guy I have ever seen. I noticed some of the kids just freeze and stand there. Mainly the guy I noticed and his two friends. They were staring at me and my friends. I was so scared when they started to walk over with smiles on their faces that I ran into the school but not before noticing the smile on the guys face fade away.

I went straight to my locker and opened it frantically shoving my bag in there. I grabbed the books I needed for my first class, English, and ran to the bathroom. I sat in the bathroom shaking. I was so scared and forgotten about my injuries until I was in the bathroom. I struggled in to one of the stalls and sat down crying. Everything hurt so bad that I couldn't breathe do to my now broken ribs. I hadn't noticed anyone come in until I heard Becky and Marissa.

"Scarlett! What's wrong?" Becky asked.

"Scar open up." Marissa said.

After a while of them begging Marissa ended up sliding under the stall door. Oh my friends. Then Becky followed after her and they both looked at me shocked. I didn't know what they we're looking at until I realized that my crying must have washed away my eye make up showing my black eye that my father gave me this morning. I didn't want anyone to know and now they do. I had my head in my legs as I hugged them to my chest. Becky and Marissa moved over to each side of me and hugged me. They kept whispering that it would be alright and that he can't touch me anymore. But that only made it worse.

"You can't tell anyone! They will take me away and he will just find me and kill me!" I screamed terrified.

"Scar he can't keep doing this to you. You can't go back there." Marissa said.

Both of my friends were crying knowing my dad hit me. But they don't know, they haven't seen the worst of it...