I'm Here For You

School

Veronica's POV
I arrived in school after the weekend. I've been trying to contact my friends but they all blocked me. So I can't contact them in anyway. Honestly, I have no idea why I try, my parents will still try in any way possible to break up all my friendships. Even back in New York when I was a child. They would do anything just to break up my friendships. They would tell them just about anything just for their plan to succeed and of it doesn't work, they would blackmail them and their family. I have no idea why would they go for such lengths just to break up my friendships.

But my friends so easily accepting that what my parents told them was the truth. It hurt me so much. Was I really that worthless to them? Why did they just accept that was the truth so easily? Why did they believe my parents over me? Those questions has been in my head during the whole weekend. They have been lingering at the back of my mind, infesting all my thoughts and whatever I do. Usually I won't be so caught up with these questions, but this is different. This group of friends I made so far until now, has been the best one yet.

I hate that I've lost them just because of my parents. I hate how they abuse me. I hate how they try control whatever I do. I hate how they never have actually cared about me. I hate how they so willingly let me get raped. But I deserve it, right? I must have done something wrong to deserve this, right? Why else would my parents punish me? I hate how I disappointed them and I don't even know how. I just wanted to feel loved by my parents. I want their approval.

Every time I'm outside and see a family together, it hurts me. Why can't my family be like that? So happy and loving. Every time I get ready, I see myself in the mirror, I see my bruise and scar filled body. It hurts me, I hated how my parents were the cause of the bruises, and I hated how I was the cause of the scars on my body. But I can't help myself, the pain felt so good, so satisfying. The pain helped me to forget about life, brought me into a state where everything was perfect, where I was loved.

I walked around the halls to class, I saw them and they saw me. The look on their faces, they looked so hurt. I quickly walked away, my parents gave me specific orders to not talk or interact with them or I would face the consequences. Consequences that I was already so used to for disobeying them or for making a mistake that I should not have done. I was not allowed to make mistakes, I had to be perfect. I can't screw up, or I would be punished, however, I always screw up or make mistakes. That's why I always get hit by them. I make mistakes, which I shouldn't.

I really want to be the perfect daughter, but I can't. I keep making mistakes. These thoughts soon overwhelmed my thinking even more. I needed an escape. An escape that I have grown to love so much. I had a little more time before I needed to go to class. I changed my route and went to the bathroom. My wrist was starting to itch in anticipation for the pain. As soon as I was in the bathroom stall, I took out my old friend again. I pulled up my sleeves and started to pierce my skin with it . Right as I pierced my skin, the door slammed open. I jumped in shock and the blade went deeper than I ever had before.

Shit, I kept as quiet as possible. I heard a voice calling out to me.

"Veronica, you better come out right now! I know you are in there."

I had no choice but to leave the stall. I didn't want to get beaten up by my mother, especially in school. As I exited the stall, I was too scared of the consequences I would most likely face if I took any longer, that I forgot to pull down my sleeves to cover up the cuts. Once I realised my mistake, it was too late, as quick as I was to pull down my sleeves, she had already seen them. The look on her face immediately darkened, I gulped this couldn't be good. How on earth could I be so stupid? I've been able to hide this for so many years, why only now, I got careless.

"You attention seeking dyke." She spoke on a hushed tone, " you really think that by doing that, everyone would care about you? No they wouldn't, come let's go, your father needs you for another business meeting."

"Okay mom, what dress does he want me to wear today?" I asked with a little fear.

"I don't know." She replied " but what I do know is that once we get home, you are going to pay for cutting yourself. You know how much I hate people who are attention seeking."

I started to head out with her. Hopefully she wouldn't punish me that badly today. I was really reluctant to go to another business meeting. I hated them, I'm hated being used like that. Once we reached home, I was pushed on the ground and beaten up by her. I deserve it I thought, I should have hid it better. After a while she was done covering me in bruises, she picked up a dress and shoved it to my face.

"Your father wants you to wear this, be done in ten minute or else." She warned.

"Ok." I replied and headed off to change.

It was yet another revealing dress. I hated them to the core. Nothing good ever came out from me wearing this kind of clothings. After I was done changing, I headed to my father's office for the meeting. I had no other choice.