Town skippers (Discontinued Until Further Notice)

Chapter 1

Bang...

Bang was the only thing I could hear as I see her body fall on the floor with a thud.

"ESME! NO!"

2 1/2 month earlier.

"Please come again!" I say with a smile on my face while giving him his drink.

"Hey Esme can you stay for a bit longer i need some more help and you're the only one who'd be willing to do so?" My boss says while taking out the cookies from the oven.

"Sure but not too long cause I have to be home in like an hour or so." I reply.

Almost an hour and a half of making coffees, cleaning tables ,and taking money passed.

"OH SHIT! I AM LATE! MY PARENTS ARE GONNA KILL ME! LITERALLY!" I freaked out.

"Boss I am gonna leave I lost track of time and now I am late. Bye!" I said while going everywhere in the employees closet, gathering my stuff.

Once I was done I was out of the shop in seconds. I ran as fast as I could "home". If I was any later the consequences will be much more severe.

It took me about 20 minutes running to get home. The minute I was threw the front door I was faced with my parents. They looked at me with rage fuming in both of their eyes. I looked down knowing exactly what was about to happen, I was ready for it.

" where have you been? You should have been home 50 minutes ago." Coldness and anger laced her words.

"I-I was still at w-work... my boss a-asked me to help o-out for a bit longer." I said still looking down.

"Oh really? If you're gonna lie at least come up with a better lie and don't stutter!" Dad said.

"YOU WERE OUT PARTYING AND BEING A LITTLE WHORE WERENT YOU! IFYOU'RE GONNA BE LIKE THAT AT LEAST BRING BACK SOME MONEY AND HELP OUT THE FAMILY!" After that I heard sharp sound then heat coming from my cheek. She had slapped me... then I felt pain coming from my abdomen, I fell to the floor.

My dad then continued to kick and punch me and spitting such colorful vocabulary at me. I wasn't mad or anything if anything I was used to it. This was the "norm" for me and my little sister. We'd have to get at least one or two beatings a day for stupid stuff like bumping into dad or spilling some juice. We never bothered to fight it, if we ever dared to it would result into a much worse beating involving us passing out.

After they were done I went back up to my room limping. I grabbed the first aid kit and started treating my wounds then i headed towards my little sisters room to check up on her and see if she had any fresh wounds from her today beating.

When I came into her room I saw her on the bed doing some homework. My heart broke at the sight of her black eye and bloodied lip.

I went to her and grabbed some ointment from the kit and started to gently treat her lip. She didn't hear me when I came as she jumped when felt a cold finger touching her lip.

"Another beating huh, sis?" I said sarcastically.

"Yeah the usual." She chuckled a bit.

"Welp I am all done. Finish up with your home work then get to sleep, we do have school tomorrow after all" she nodded as a response.

I sighed deeply and went back to my room to just have some alone time. I was so deep in thought I didn't even notice as a drifted off to sleep.

~ The next morning ~

I woke up from the shaking of my little sister waking me up.

"It's time for school."she whispered. "Mom and dad still aren't awake so we better me as quite as we can." I nodded and slowly got up, grabbed anything from my closet, got dressed then went to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

After I was done I grabbed my bag and went down stairs to be greeted with my sister waving two croissants and mouthing me to hurry. I quickly but without noise went down the stairs and out the door. When I was finally out I sighed with relief.

Me and Nessta made our way towards school. It took about 30 min our so. When we got there we both went our separate ways, me to the library for a bit of before class reading and her to her friends to catch up before class.

I was lost between the pages of the book that I didn't notice that class had started until the second bell. I grabbed my back discarding the book. I was running to class when suddenly I was greeted with the floor.

I turned around and tried to get up but someone pushed me back down. It took me a moment to recognize the person. It was sally, my life long bully.

"You should stay on the floor. That's where fat ass trash like you deserve to be." She smirked while chewing gum.

No one was around to witness what just happened. Of course, she always chooses times like these where no one is in the hallways just to protect her pure and unscratched reputation. Only 2 other people know how she really is, her two best friends Rebecca and Janet but as I like to call them dumb and dumber.

I just scuffed in her face and got up. I didn't need to deal with this too I was already late for class and I am gonna get in trouble for it.

Welp that's pretty much my life

Beatings two to three times a day at home and bullying with a side of fat shaming at school.

Everyday it goes like the bullying, insulting ,and shaming then punching, kicking and abusing. After all that's over I go up to my room treat both me and my sisters wounds then loads of home then sleep.

After all that we repeat with a bit of work three days awake those are the days I really savor.

But honestly I am so done with this today is the day I finally say enough to everyone.

Today is the day I finally break free.