Life isn't always perfect

Part 1

I have enough homework to last me two whole years I swear, my teachers just love making our life's living hell at school don't they. I need to finish my homework quick and then start making dinner for me and Richard.
"ROSE ANN WILSON GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" My step dad yelled from down stairs. Crap I'm in trouble, what did I do?
He always finds a way to get me into trouble anyways.
"Coming" I yelled quickly making my way down stairs. My heart was beating so fast I was scared of my stepdad if I could still call him that. I bolted down the stairs and right as I hit the last step I was ready to be hit.
"Yes sir?" I asked calmly trying my best not to look to scared.
"You didn't do the dishes you also haven't made dinner, you know what that means" he snarled. I shook my head because usually he would've already hit me.
"No food for a week" he said stepping closer towards me. Here we go again.I was ready, ready to be beat till I was black and blue. It happened twice a week now. He would come home and take it all out on me, the bruises didn't really go away and if they got bad I put makeup on them. I've tried telling the cops that I'm abused but every time they come to my house to talk with my father he lies to them and says that I'm lying that I'm being abused because I don't want to do chores. After they leave he hits me saying that I'm a mistake and that I shouldn't have done that. I once was in my room trying to tell them he was lying when he walked in and grabbed my phone ended the call and made me wish I was never born. My "friends" don't know about what goes on here nor do my teachers but I don't really care it's not like anyone would care.
"I'll do the dishes and then do dinner" I said with tears in my eyes. He didn't hit me he just stepped closer but I knew I was going to be hit sooner or later.
" no you will make dinner for me and then you can do the dishes" he said sounding mad still. So I went into the kitchen and made dinner for him. I'm fine with not eating I wasn't hungry tonight anyways. Right as I finished cooking I put the food on a plate and headed for the dinning room. There he sat on his chair looking like he would kill me if I said anything. I handed him his plate and turned around to go wash the dishes. I wish mom was still alive so I didn't have to live in hell. The only reason my step dad abuses me is because he believes I was the reason my mom died. She died in a car crash driving to get me from daycare. Stupid drunk drivers I've always hated them and I will never stop hating them. They took my mother away from me when I was four and I'm supposed to act like life is great and crap.
When I finished the dishes and had put them away I was called to wash my stepdads plate.
" I need to finish my homework is it okay if I go upstairs and finish it?" I asked scared he would say no. He worries more about my grades than my well being.
"I would rather you not fail or the consequences will be bad" he said rudely. I dashed upstairs and closed my door sighing. I walked over to my desk and sat down and began to finish the rest of my homework. It was eight thirty when I finished all of my homework. Great only thirty more minutes until I had to go to bed. I put all my work into each folder for each class and the placed the folders into my bag carefully then zipping up my bag and sighing because I finally finished and I was sure tired. I walked over to my closet and had opened the doors when I heard my bedroom door being opened and I knew right there I was trouble.