What A Smile Can Hide

Chapter 1: I guess pigs fly

I screamed as Charles repeatedly hit my head into the wall. Tears soaked my face, stinging the cuts that were covering my cheeks. He grabbed my hair, jerking my head back.

"Does it hurt?" Charles mocked.

I stayed silent, squeezing my eyes shut, trying to block out the pain.

"Does it hurt?" He seethed, tightening his grip on my hair. I nodded, keeping my eyes tightly closed.

"Use words." Charles demanded, I flinched.

"Yes." I sobbed.

"Good." He hissed, I let out another deafening scream, as he hit my head back into the wall and let go.
I slid down to the floor cradling my head, Charles crouched down to my level. "Now, clean up this mess. And next time I expect to come home to the house looking spot less. And if it's not it won't be you lying on the floor next time, it'll be your brother." Charles said, standing and walking away.

My head spun as I slowly stood, Frances was standing there watching, with no emotion, like every other time. I looked to the wall behind me to find blood splattered, leading down to the marble floor.

I put my hand up to my temple, touching warm liquid. I brought my trembling hand back down to see blood. Slowly I made my way towards the hallway closet, taking out a mop, bucket and a few cloths.
I slowly made my way to the laundry, filling the bucket with water, and disinfectant. I carried the stuff back to the wall covered in blood, dipping a cloth in the bucket and wiping the blood off the wall. Then moving onto the floor and moping away the existing blood.

Once I was done I put everything away and went upstairs, to my bedroom. I knocked quietly on the door.
"Jaxon, you can unlock the door now." I whispered. I heard shuffling around from the inside until I heard the lock click. I slowly opened the door, to see my little brother crying. When I closed the door and knelt down next to him, he wrapped his arms around my neck.
I hugged him back. "I'm sorry Grace." Jaxon cried into my shoulder. I rubbed his back, soothingly.
"It's alright Jax, it's not your fault." I said pulling away. Slowly I stood up, grabbing a few tissues out of a tissue box on my bedside table and handing them to Jaxon.

He wiped away his tears, looking back up at me.
"Your head, Gracie." He gasped.

"I'm okay, I've just got to go clean it up." I said, walking into the bathroom attached to my bedroom. And fishing out my first aid kit from the drawer under the sink.
Looking into the mirror, I seen fresh blood mixing with dry blood, and my dark brown hair. I grabbed a hand towel, wetting it with warm water and dabbing at the blood. Once the blood was gone, the wound didn't look to bad.

I popped my head out of the bathroom, to see Jaxon on my bed, laying down. I looked at the time on my bedside table, to see 8:26 pm.

"Alright Jax, bedtime." I sighed. "I'm going to grab some pyjamas for you, stay here. Don't leave the room." I demanded, he nodded slightly and yawned.

I quickly walked into Jaxon's room across the hall. Grabbing some pyjamas, and some extra clothes for tomorrow, I hurried back into my room. To see Jaxon already asleep, curled up under the blankets.
I sighed, chuckling lightly. And placed the clothes at the end of the bed.

I walked back into the bathroom and had a quick shower, once I dried off and changed into some pyjamas. I found some butterfly stitches, and carefully placed them over the cut on my temple.