Completely and Utterly Broken

Chapter Four

I put the key in the hole, unlocking it. After an hour and a half. I finally got to the house. The car of my uncle's is not there this time. Which is a relief, I don't have to deal with him. I open the door, and walk in. The house is dark, cause my uncle always closes the curtains. I walk to the kitchen, and open the pantry. I grab a bag of cookies, and a can of soda. Taking my things with me. I walk upstairs to my room. When I get there, I drop all my things on the bed. And set my soda and cookies on the nightstand. And on the nightstand there's a note.

Uncle,
You're lucky this time, you little whore. When I see you next time, you're getting it. I don't care if you beg for me to stop. I went to a bar. When I get back, I'll probably be drunk. As always, as you say. Like I care what you say. Anyway, I see you tonight. Better count on it.

I start to hyperventilate, and new formed tears start to blurry my vision. I start to shake my head rapidly. I close my eyes, and try to control my breathing. I can do this, I can do this. Nothing will happen to me. I say to myself. I sit down on my bed, and hug myself. And when I open my eyes again. I'm refreshed. I look down at the note in my hand. And I get mad. I stand up, and walk to the bathroom, tearing up the note in tiny pieces. I keep on tearing, and tearing, and tearing, and tearing. Until their too small to tear. Then I throw it all in the toilet, watching it flush down.

I watch it go down, and down. Until its completely gone. I close my eyes again, and take a deep breath. Then I remember that Andrew invited me to his party tonight. That's exactly what I need. I need to drown myself in beer. Just like my uncle, and I don't get see him tonight so that's a plus.

"You will not let him do this to you. You are a strong person. And you will stay that way."I say to myself.

I leave the bathroom, and go to my room. Right now, its 6:32. I don't know what time it starts. But parties usually start late. I think I got enough time. Plus, I already know where he lives.

So I get ready. I take a shower 'cause I feel dirty. And put neosporin on the bruises that's on my stomach. That's now black, and yellow. I blow dry my hair, and put it up for now, turning on my straightener.

I walked in my closet, and looked around to see what to wear. I decide on gray high waist jeans. With a white tank top, that shows a bit of stomach. A part that's not bruised, thank god. Then lastly, a black leather jacket. And some combat boots. When that was done, the straightener was ready.

I took out the bun in my hair. Then put my top hair in another bun. And straightened my under hair, and curled the ends. When that was done. I took down the rest. And made the rest wavy. Then straightened my bangs. When my hair was done, I did my make up. I put on some powder to cover the bruises. And covered it with sparkles, then put on mascara, and silver eye liner, light pink blush, and red lipstick. I was ready. The time was 8:45 p.m. The house is pretty far away. So I'm not going to worry about that. I walk downstairs, closing my bedroom door behind me. And taking my phone, wallet, and house keys with me.

I got a snack from the pantry before I left. And a glass of water. Assuring myself that I'd be okay. I walked out the door, locking it behind me. And I started walking to my destination.