Hidden From The World

hidden from the world -edited-

Hidden- my life

I gasped as the cold water hit another fresh bruise on my stomach. My split cracked lips burned as the water ran over it, washing the blood away. I peeled the bandage on my wrist away to reveal a long nasty gash just missing my blue veins in inches. Hot tears edged my eyes as I continued to wash away the blood. My head throbbed from the cold and my nose started to freeze from the icy water but what could I do? I needed to stop the bruises to stop swelling and becoming black or blue because I can’t afford my mother to see this. She’ll start worrying and that could send her into a very deep coma. The only thing she needs to focus on was her job and only her job not her abused teenage daughter and her abusive husband.

After the shower, I fumbled with the bathroom cupboard, searching for my concellor and brush; finally I found it and brushed the liquid and the powder over my thrashed skin. Some eyeliner and mascara and I was as good as new. I raced down stair only to find my step father waiting with a smile on his face. It took all my self-control for not to break his nose.  He jiggled my car keys on my face.

“What do you want?” I spat out.

“Awww little Lex getting annoyed “He slapped me hard on the cheek, splitting the corner of my glossed lips. Great.

“I want a pack of beer when you come back home from school and I want you in the house by 6” He growled demandingly and pushed me. 

My head hit the corner of the stair and it seemed like it rearranged the whole placing of my brain. Another bruise. He threw the keys and stalked off to the kitchen. My 16 year old step-brother gave me a really pain filled smile. I guess he used to be a punching bag before but I don’t care, even though he was the son of the guy who hit me, I would still do everything to protect him. Will extended his hand out to help and grabbed my wrist gently to pull me to my feet. His green eyes held sympathy and sadness and that shine it usually held was gone. I straightened and stood upright bending down, I grabbed my car keys and shot him a smile before throwing the cars keys at him and he caught it. 

“What?” He said out in surprise.

“Keep them, I know mom bought the car yesterday for me but I want you to keep it, call it a late birthday gift” I didn't let him say anything because I had already walked out of the door.

The shine in his eyes returned and he pressed the keys back into my hand.

I grabbed an apple and ate it on the way to my red Camaro Convertible, only to find silver Covertte parked right beside it with a note trapped under the wipers.

For Will, happy late birthday. Mom XOXO

 He zoomed of to school with me following right behind him. He was going about 10 km above speed limit but on the other hand I was going 20 over limit. The motorway was empty. My phone rang and I answered from the ear piece.

“Hey sis, you alright back there?”

“Yeah, race you to school”

“Oh, you’re on” He replied. I could hear the smile in his voice and my heart swelled with happiness. One way to cheer me up is to see a smile on either my mom’s face or my little brother’s because that was the only thing I lived for. Why? Because I had a very rough first 9 years of my life.

My father stole me when I was born and sold me to a circus. There I learned how to climb ropes when I should’ve been learning the alphabet but we did have education there for kids because the ring master’s wife was very concerned for kids. By the time I was seven I could outsmart a hungry lion and jump from extreme heights. The ring master beat me every time I did something wrong but I had befriended his son and he would stop him. The guy’s name was Gabriel. He and his mom were very kind to me. Then one day, my father came back to take me and along with my mother. I was a very prized girl for the ring master back then and he refused to give me up. He shot my father and that killed him. Gabe at that time was 15 and he beat his dad’s head and blacked him out. Gabe was like an older brother to me. He and his mom called the police and they took the ring master away. They both went to California and after that, I lost contact with them because I was 11 and my mom remarried my step dad. My mom was pretty rich and a surgeon. So despite everything. The wealth and riches, I am still a very simple girl. The only thing I might owned was expensive was the car.

 The red light snapped me back into the real world and I saw my brother already ahead of me. Mainly, I was reckless and would drive faster than this but I could let my brother win his first race against me so I did exactly that. He reached school before me and laughed on my face.

“Fine, you win, what do you want?” I asked

His expression turned playful. “Don’t mess with anyone please”

“Pffft. I don’t mess with anyone and I am a little good girl” I smirked.

He arched an eyebrow at me and smiled. He knew very well that I would mess around with the cheerleaders and probably make them swear at me but hey if the start it then I will finish it and it’s not going to pretty. It’s going to get messy.

I got to my locker and pulled out my history homework and my trig notebook and a couple more books form my morning classes.

I heard that there was a new professor for history and I hope he teaches well because history was my favourite subject if he didn’t then get ready to enter hell. I adjusted my glasses closer to my eyes. I don’t know why I wore them but I think they are at great at hiding my eyes.

 I let my long black hair fall onto my face, covering it but that was a very big mistake. I bumped into a hard chest. I looked up to see storm grey eyes. Sly and mischief twinkled in them. Rafe Merrick, the principal’s son. And my bully. Oh boy here we go.

“Watch where you’re going” he smirked.

I mentally groaned. This morning was going to be hell.