"cry! you worthless bitch!" He screamed, slashing me with the whip.
I stayed silent, feeling my back numb from the hits. He dropped the whip after realising it wasn't working grabbed my hair, yanking me up.
I felt tears slide down my cheeks as he gripped my hair tightly, shaking my head around, which is giving me a headache.
"You better go get washed and get some rest, you don't want anyone at school to know because if anyone finds out, or even gets suspicious, we're moving! Got it sweetie?" My dad asked sickly sweet.
My only response was to spit in his eyes. He hollered out and wiped his eyes, giving me a look that could kill. "You fucking bitch." He said back handing me.
"Go get washed up! Now!" With that he dropped me and walked away, leaving the basement and probably getting some beer.
I laid on the ground feeling my forehead throb with pain as blood gushed out of it. Why me? Why can't i have a normal life? I slowly stood while using the wall to keep me up, i walked over to the stairs and went up them.
I reached the top and opened the door, stepping out the basement, i shut the door and tip toed to the bathroom.
I walked in the bathroom and locked the door. took my clothes off and got in the shower then turned the water on, not daring to look at my hideous body, Its like god took everyone's flaws and gave them to me.
I'm so not ready for the weekend to be over but then again, I'm glad to be getting away from my dad for 8 hours.
I grabbed the soap and washed my hair, body and my face. I didn't was my back, i only let the water rinse it. I rinsed the soap and turned the water off, getting out and drying myself.
I wrapped the towel around me and unlocked the bathroom door, running to my room and locking the door also.
Relieved i made it alive, I went to my half broken dresser and grabbed a t-shirt, underwear, and some shorts. I let the towel drop to the floor and out my clothes on, see i usually don't wear a bra to bed because it's bad for your breast. At least i care about my body I just can't to anything to take care of it except for the small things like this.
I stood in front of the mirror that has a crack going down the middle and grimaced, hating my looks.
I have silver eyes that look bland and dead, I hate them. I have scars and bruises all along my face., I hate them. My lips are always chapped because i have no chapstick, I hate it.
I have long wavy blue hair that's extremely knotted, I hate it. I don't have a brush either. I mean who on this planed has blue hair? Nobody i'm an outcast... I hate having blue hair because i'm bullied for it. The only good thing good about me is my teeth, they're perfectly straight and white.
The worst part is that there are new kids coming in tomorrow and now i'm going to have more bullies unless the new kids are abused too, even the nerds are more popular then me. I'm like the schools ghost... I don't talk, i don't have any friends, and I'm always being harassed my the popular, sometimes even the dorks.
Reaching for the band aids i keep on my dresser, I took one of the bigger ones and put it on the big gash on my forehead.
Luckily I have makeup to cover the bruises and scars and scars, the foundation is the same colour as the band aids so you can't tell i have a band aid on.
Now its time for me to get only 4 hours. of sleep and get ready for school. I walked over to my mattress and plopped down on it, falling into a dreamless sleep.
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I turned my alarm off and hoped up, going to my dresser, I grabbed my baggy shirt, bra, and my baggy jeans. I threw the clothes on and was satisfied with it, I'm not the type to show off my curse of a body unlike some people who wear so tight clothes that is like another skin.
They might as well be naked. Not that i wanna see that but still. I threw on my sneakers and sweatshirt, pulling the hood over my face, and some foundation then i was off to hell- I mean school.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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