My Story

Chapter Twelve

I woke up on the ground. My body was in pain Ezra didn't save me. That police officer never tackled my father. That will never ever happen to me. I sat up on the ground and picked my book up and put it on my bag. I got up and my left leg was in the most pain I have ever felt.
I walked inside and dropped my bag off in my room then went to wash myself from all the dirt and blood off me.
I looked bad. the worst this is the look of a 16 year old girl being a pet. A target like my mother. Just yet another slave.
I washed up got all the dirt, blood and the bits of grass.
This was really horrible here. I got out the shower. And put some fresh clothes on. Once I left the bathroom my dad was standing in the hall.
He grabbed my already sprained wrist and dragged me to his bedroom.
Fuck.
He threw me on the bed and turned me on my stomach. He undid the belt from his pants then started spanking me with it right on my butt. As if it was not enough for him.
He went straight ahead and pulled my shorts and panties down and started hitting me harder and faster. Causing me to scream more. Just like earlier.
He pulled me off the bed at yelled for me to get out.
I ran out that room and went straight to mine locking the door behind me.
This should not be my life but at the moment it is.
I don't deserve this treatment.
Considering to call anyone. though I think I can not because I'll go to a foster care and I don't want that.

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I got ready for the school day at home I went to my closet and pulled out one of my many hoodies. Placed it on my bed I grabbed a comfortable shirt, put it on. Then my hoodie.
Then I got some black jeans, my black shoes, straightened my hair, put my make up on to cover up all the bruises, then when I finally finished, I grabbed my bag; headed down stairs and out the door off to school.
I wasn't looking forward to talking to Emmanuel or Ezra. I did not want anyone to talk to. I wanted to stay home from school, but that would get Emmanuel to think I was in trouble at home of course I couldn't let that happen.

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In Mr. Allen's class I did the work turned my paper in. Grabbed my iPad out of my bag and started drawing.
Instead of using colorful colors I used only blacks and greys.
Not something I would mostly use but it was something I needed to just draw.
Let out all those emotions I kept inside for once.
Emmanuel touched my shoulder to get my attention. I looked up at him and he gave me a piece of paper. With his number on it. I guessed I raised my eyebrow at him and he pointed to his phone.
We aren't aloud to talk today because Mr. Allen was working all these papers.

I grabbed my phone and put the number in and texted him.

'Okay you seem sad today Mirana what is wrong?'

'Well my dad beat me yesterday. I passed out on the ground outside afterwards it was just not good for me.'

'Was it my fault?'

'No I thought my dad was gonna be gone longer but he wasn't. He didn't see me in the house so I lied saying I was out the the back studying. Got punished for that.'

'Damn I wish I could've helped. :( '

'I wish there was a way.'

'Well you've got my number now I hope you enjoy my company.'

I looked at him an he winked and smiled at me.