The Silent Freak

Chapter 1

BRRRIIING!!!!

I jolt up out of bed while getting tangled in my blankets and face plant on the floor. Groaning I push myself up and glance at the time. My eyes widen in realization,

Today is my first day at the new school.

Yay! (Note my sarcasm)

Scrambling up from my spot on the floor I trudge to the bathroom and hop in the shower. The hot water soothes away my tense muscles and I lather up my hair and body with my coconut and vanilla scented body and hair wash. Stepping out of the shower I place a towel around me and make my way back towards my room.

Putting on a pair of clothes to wear I peer at my reflection in the full length mirror. My busty and curvy 5'4 body frame stands straight while my wavy blonde hair touches just above my butt, the reflection of my dark green emerald eyes stare back at me voiding hardly any emotion.

After deciding that my converse and skinny jeans with a dark blue V-neck will do I head back towards the bathroom ad brush my teeth and hair before applying a minimal of makeup. After I'm done I look into the mirror and catch sight of my emotionless face and fake a smile that even I, am starting to believe. I tear my eyes away as tears start threatening to spill down my face. I head out of the bathroom and grab my school bags before heading downstairs.

Setting my bags by the door I make my way towards the kitchen, halfway there I stop mid-step and hear a glass bottle shatter right next to my head. Glass and beer cling to my skin and clothes and I look towards the source. My father.

He stalks towards me a beer bottle in hand. I gulp back fear as he takes another swig while tumbling my way. He finally stands right in front of me.

"You remind me so much of her." He mumbles blowing his alcohol stenched breath into my face while he caresses my check. Anger fills his eyes as he reels his hand back.

"I hate it! I hate him and what he did. And most of all...I hate you!" He screams in my face, before bringing his hand back down on my face in a hard slap, sending my head snapping to the side.

He always does this. Yells at me about her and him while hitting me and telling me how much I deserve this pain. I assume that he is talking about my mother leaving for another man, but if that's true why did she leave me behind. Didn't she want me?

Sighing I stare back into my father's fury filled eyes and stare as he brings his fist back and continues to punch and slap me all over my body. Doubled over in pain I slide down the wall writhing in pain. He takes my current to his advantage and starts kicking me. With a final kick to my stomach he stumbles back leaving me gasping for air before he makes his way back onto the couch.

Not really in the mood to receive another beating I slowly stand up steadying myself with the wall and wobble my way to the kitchen. Before checking to see if anyone is in the room I enter, instantly regretting it. There in all of her shining glory is my sister.

Hanging my head I go and grab what food I was allowed have and sit on a bar stool. Nibbling on my two pieces of toast I look up and lock eyes with my sister. She sets her plate of food in front of her and takes a piece of bacon off her plate before slowly placing it in her mouth. As she does so my mouth waters and I tear my gaze away from her food and focus on my toast and water, knowing that my options of food were limited and I was just torturing myself looking at something that I knew I could never have.

The scent of her food wafts up through my nostrils as she comes around the island and stops beside me. Glancing up an evil smirk slides onto her face.