Hopelessness

~Chapter 1~

I hate when other people say I was fine, or that I was doing for it the clout, that I was faking. When the people closest to you start to say it also, then it must be true. There's nothing wrong with me. I've just been having a bad couple of days. Right?

"Alexis where are you? I'll give you ice cream,"my step father said.

"I promise this time. Just come out and everything will be okay," my eight year old self came out expecting ice cream. My life changed that night, the nightmares became reality and I couldn't take it.

I woke up with a start. Looking at my alarm clock it was 5:40 AM. I went to go make breakfast before he woke up. I crept downstairs, wincing in pain from the beatings last night. I got to the ground floor safely, looking around the living room where the stairs end. There he is, my stepfather. Looks like he fell out with a bottle of alcohol after his workout of beating me.

I walked behind the couch to get to the kitchen to make his breakfast. I made eggs and bacon as quietly as I could and put it on a plate. I looked at the oven to see the time, 5:55. I have about a half an hour before he wakes up. I still have to wash and put on makeup to cover the bruises. I rush back upstairs as quietly as I can. I took a cold shower due to him cutting it off the hot water to my room. Says it's not worth it to spend luxury on someone like me.

I quickly wash my body, being careful of the bruising on my stomach, neck, and the left side of my face. Watching the pink water from the blood from where he stabbed me in my side. Apparently I wasn't being cooperative enough for him. Although I thought I did pretty good for someone who was getting beaten black and blue.

I get out the shower and run a brush through my white blonde hair to get the tangles out. Then I go into my room to put clothes on. A big black hoodie and black ripped jeans. I go to my vanity where the little makeup I have sits. I looked in the mirror, grabbed the foundation and take the liquid and put it on my face. I did multiple layers and still not getting the color I wanted. I just give up. The whole left side of my face looks like a discolored yellow blob on my tan skin.

I put on my big black frame glasses to see. I grab the black backpack off the floor by my door and look at the clock before I go. I run back swiftly but quietly back to the kitchen. Put the food in the microwave for two minutes and run out the back door. I walk out into the backyard and jump the fence to the ditch that runs all the way down this road and begin the long trek to school.

When I got to the hell hole that isn't as bad as my house, I walked through the school doors and put my hood on. I went straight towards the lockers and basically hugged them sons of bitches. It's my last damn year of high school, I managed to get on the early graduation list.

I mean I have to get out somehow so I decided to be smart and get a job at 14. I worked tutoring, people will pay anything if they want to pass. I walked into my first class which is my favorite, College English 1. I did all the high school classes ; (9th Lit, 10th Lit, American Lit, and British Lit) they were honestly easy. School work is easy for me. All you have to do is do decent on the test and turn in the work they give you.

My gray haired teacher walks in the door. "Good morning class, we will be starting A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickinson." when he said that everybody groaned. Except me, I smirked under my hoodie. I loved this book, I read it every year, for fun. Then when she spoke the smirk that I wore was wiped off my face.

"Mr.Peters it says in the code of conduct that hoodies can't be worn in class." snickers are heard as people look around. I feel the pressure of eyes looking at me. So much for being invisible, I sighed loud enough for everybody to hear me. I was not dealing with Tara's bullshit today.

"Well you obviously didn't take that into account when you dressed yourself this morning," I said from behind my hoodie. "The code of conduct says that your shorts are supposed to be three inches from the knee not one centimeter from your ass cheeks."I state laughing from behind my hoodie. "Don't even get me started of your shirt looks like you let kindergartners get to it, just saying"

The class was howling with laughter, when all I did was tell the truth. Her clothes were too small. It's not my fault that she looks the way she did, she was honestly very pretty without the makeup that she cakes on her face.

"Bitch you don't know what I can do," she said with a shit eating grin. I honestly don't care what she can do. In reality it's nothing worst than I get everyday at 8:30 PM.

"Girls you both are breaking the dress code," Mr. Peters says as he stands from behind his desk. "Now both of you stop before I send you to the front office," with that I sat down.

"Now let's get back to Dickinson," he starts the lesson and I put my head down on my desk and got some much needed sleep.

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This is so exciting my first book, welcome to the family, my name is Liyah and I hope you enjoy what I put out. If you have any suggestions you can comment or PM me

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