" No, no, Daddy! Stop!" I screamed and yelled.
" You wanna talk back? You like this, don't yah?" He screamed but whispered in my ear.
I tugged and held onto the floor for dear life. I wasn't sure how much more I could take of this, it hurt so much and every time I cried he'd whip harder and harder and har-
I woke up still on the floor, curled up on my stomach. The pain, it felt like I'd still been whipped. I sat up and put my hands to my face, covering it from the world. Ashamed if I was ever caught crying, every tear that slid down my pale cheek was out of rage and anger. That I somehow, still loved my parents and it mind fucked me! I know I don't deserve any of this, i'm not insane. ... Or am I?
The sun shone through my shades, so bright I could barely squint. I took my top off to see what scar Daddy left this time. Each lash left it's mark, he made sure. I counted, it wasn't hard considering the red slash lines and dried blood. He whipped me 23 times and I only stood for 19 before I passed out.
I looked the other way as my face flushed red. A river of tears washed my face, that's the kind of pain you never forget, whether it was yesterday or 2 years ago. I had to pull myself to my feet though, stand on my toes even if it hurt, even if I broke a toe, It was life or death and I chose life no matter how many times I considered death.
My mother dropped me off at school, didn't even look at me. I didn't look at her neither, she was to ugly to look at. I jumped out of the car and slowly but surely walked toward the doors of school and looked back, to see my mother staring at me but this time I didn't hesitate and stared back.
" We have a new student class" Miss. Dunce announced.
" Hi, I'm Jake" He said was a slight smile, but the class just stared at him.
Miss. Dunce appointed him next to me, as my partner since I never had one.
" Hi, I'm Jake" He introduced.
I just sat there and pretended he wasn't there. It was nerve racking, he was so hot and I was so not.
" Want a snickers bar?" He whispered.
My eyes then turned to him, I haven't eaten since the last time I stuck into the fridge and grabbed an orange. My mouth watered and it was real hard to resist, that caramel and those peanuts and-
" Kate?" He called.
" Uh what?" I snapped.
" I'v called you at least 5 times, do you want some of this snickers bar?" He asked.
" No, i'm good, thank you though." I told him lying through my ass.
I then watched as he broke it in half and put it on my lap and stuffed the other half in his mouth. I looked at him and chuckled and he smiled back, his cheeks bloated. I ate the snickers bar, it would be rude not to, right?
School was over and I did my daily routine when I got home, door, bathroom and room. Mother hadn't even checked my breath today, that was a life savor.
" Here put this on." Mother then through a dress at me.
" Where we going?" I asked with a poker face.
" Your father has to go to some business thing but it's a family thing so, we're left sticking you with us." She said and shut the door.
I was surprised. They actually acknowledged me? Does that mean in some fucked up way, they love me?
I tried my dress on and it fit perfect, mother even had a hair stylist do my hair. I truly looked amazing with my dark brunette hair all done up into spirals and even was cut into different layers. The white and ocean colored dress that stuck to my curves, and was ever more shocked that we were going into a limo. Does that mean I can eat tonight? This is just all so new to me, only if everyday was like this one. First that new kid, Jake and now, this.
Good thing it was a Friday, I could stay up as late as I want and not worry about getting up. The lights from the city drove adrenaline and excitement in me, made me feel new, like, I could do and be anything I wanted. Mother and Father were sitting across from me, drinking from their expensive wine and glasses.
As the night moved on people were mingling and my parents both mingled elsewhere. I felt great, I was in a mansion, big saltwater pool and of course a buffet table! Mother and Father were probably going to be to wasted to notice that I stuffed myself. I looked at all the chicken and pie! I loved pie, and even more, cake! I grabbed just about one of everything I layed my eyes on and sat down and had about 2 plates of food. Everyone was staring at me but, I'm sure they eat dinner every night, no?
I then started stalking the place, after I digested half my food of course and did my time. I then saw my parents and they were so busy talking and mingling and drinking but then it hit me. What if this was the night, the night from which I can make my great escape. My heart pounded and my head rushed, I was becoming light headed. I'v always wanted to run away to no return, but, I was scared of leaving. Don't ask me why, I guess I'm just so used to this life that I'm scared of living another one. A life where I'd be fed everyday, have someone love me, a life that I can speak freely and do things freely without getting whipped for saying " No".
My eyes glossened and my hands started to shake a bit. I quickly moved to the door out and dared myself not to look back. I stood there, frozen in fear but then I felt something, It was a weird tingly sensation and my stomach didn't feel good. Before I know it I turned around to see everyone staring at me, I'd just had my first period.
Blood soaked the dress and my father looked at me, then mother turned around. My eyes widened as my heart felt like it was trying to break through my chest. I stood there as my father came walking over to me, kneeling down, I felt like I was going to pass out.
" It's okay Kate, it's only your period, you'll have more of them." Dad said, staring into my eyes.
