Behind the Scars

Chapter 4- Cover Ups

I tried my best not to look terrified but I couldn't do it. I look up to those brown eyes. Those brown eyes that used to be so warm and compassionate.

He smirked at me as he came closer. I gulped. I tried to keep up a tough facade but it wasn't easy as he approached me like a predator ready to devour its prey and that's exactly what he planned on doing.

He pulled me closer by my waist and I felt disgusted. I started squirming and his trip in my waist tightened. My shirt had ridden up a little and I felt his fingers dig into my flesh.

"Bruce you're hurting me" I said in a whisper.

"I know that" he replied with a lopsided grin.

I was trembling but he gripped my forearms tightly. He looked at me with hooded angry eyes.

The eyes I used to love looking at. I remembered when I met Bruce I felt like I was on cloud nine because I was barely 15. It was a few months to my fifteenth birthday. After a while we started dating. I didn't care that he was 4 years older than me. He was perfect in my eyes or so I thought.

Now he's this monster who comes to my house uninvited...... actually not uninvited since my father freely gives him permission to have his way with me for money. My father practically made me a...

Whore .

I despised that word but that's exactly what my father looked at me as.

"What are you wearing " Bruce says in clear annoyance.

"Ummm..... "He cut me off by hitting me right on my stomach.

I bend over to control the pain in my stomach.

"Where are all the clothes I got for you. You know I hate all these rags you wear and you still want to infuriate me" He says while trailing his hands up and down my back. I shudder not from pleasure but from disgust.

Some girls would have found Bruce attractive and getting to know him, they'll fall in love instantly but I knew the true him and I knew he was digusting.

He tried to pull my top over my head but I refuse to take my arms up and allow him to have his way.

"Bruce please this is a school night and I've had a rough day. Please not today" I muster as much courage as I can.

He gets really angry by this and slaps me. I feel the sting in my cheeks and he starts mishandling me. He forces my shirt off my body and leaves me in only my bra.

"I'm glad you at least wear the underwear I get you" He starts trailing kisses fromy neck to my shoulder.

Disgusting.

He shoves me hard against the door and my base back makes contact with the door knob. It hurts a lot. He then angles my head and unhooks my bra.

He looked at me with hooded eyes and he looks at me letting me know that he's in control.

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I wake up the next morning naked and feeling weak. Brody must have left earlier on like usual. I sta d up from my bed and walk into the bathroom to get ready for school. I need warm water to wash away how I am feeling

I feel sore, weak and filthy. I look down at myself and I am really disgusted. I see handprints on my body and my stomach was forming a bruise from where Brody hit me.

Normally girls would kill for a body like mine but I would kill to get out of this body. This body isn't a blessing. It is a curse. I think I was about 5,5 or 5,6. I am like a C cup. I have a slim waist with an awesome ass which Skylar often called as soft as a pillow. I chuckle a little to myself thinking about how crazy she is. I had long legs which were absolutely smooth.

My strawberry blond hair coupled with my bright amber eyes complemented each other. My lips weren't all that full but they were an appropriate size.

According to some of my friends. It screamed hot but I knew better. If I was a regular girl I would have loved my body but I hated it because it had done more bad than good.

I decide to wear some long-sleeved loose fitting top and some trousers which Bruce got for me a while ago. I put on some earings. I try to avoid wearing things from Bruce but I couldn't afford good clothes so I had no choice.

I go downstairs and decide to join my siblings in eating the cereal because we are almost late anyway. On my way to the sink to drop my bowl, I spot something on top of the microwave and I realize it's some money and I shove it in my pocket.

It's my father's money which he just randomly drops for things around the house or so I assume because he never really complains about missing money and I know he's not that forgetful.

When we arrive at school, I follow Jade and Jace to their building and make my way to mine. I spot Skylar at my locker and when our meet, she knows there's something off with me. Her expression softens

"Hey Ryn, you don't really look happy today. Are you ok?"She says with concern.

"I'm fine" I shrug

"I know you aren't. I'm your best friend "She says.

"I know I'm f...."

"Did Bruce come over" she cuts me off.

She then lifts up my shirt and sees hand prints in my belly then she gasps.

"Did he do that?" She says with pity.

I hate being pitied and she knows it.

"I already told you I was fine. What did you do that for? It's my body" I say, annoyance seeping through me.

I storm off to my next class leaving a very confused Skylar.

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