Mr. Badass

Its complicated

I woke up the next morning aching all over, with a stinging stomach and a headache that was worse than normal.

Mornings were the best part of the day, daddy dearest wouldn't be awake until at least 6pm and would complain until 8:26. ten he would take his arse down to the pub ad get drunk out of him mind.

Around 3.42 would be when he arrived home and would either wake me up or collapse onto the floor. either way sucked for me.

Mother wouldn't complain, she didn't have the energy for it anymore. She ready worked two jobs and had to cook and clean most of the time.

Every morning would be the same routine; wake up before anyone else and shower after that I examine wherever I had bruises and cover them up immediately. then I would study and do any homework that I had left to do. I would next cook myself breakfast because I know how father hates me eating so I would need to stock up for the day. finally I would go outside and read.

I tiptoed my way down the stairs and quietly put my shoes on. puling the back door open with a tiny creek making me wince slightly at the possibility of getting caught.

I grabbed my book from out of the biggest flower pot before running as fast as I could towards the woods to find a durable tree stump.

The cold air hit me like a slap to the face an I could picture my grandmother scolding me for not wearing a coat or any kind of jacket, I would always nod and carry on as usual.

I walked through the Forrest getting deeper and deeper until I was surrounded by an army of trees. I sat down on a little tree stump before watching a mouse run across the flirt and decided that yes I could risk climbing a tree again.

Blake might have to come and rescue me.