I choose life

First day jitters

I was awoken by the sound of metal scraping across a rough surface coming from my speaker panel across the room, the speakers allowed Charlie to be able to speak to me from  anywhere in the large home. I jerked up swiftly from a dreamless yet comfortable sleep and stumbled and limped my way over to the receiver..." BITCH YOU BETTER ANSWER NE NOW OR THERE WILL BE WORSE CONSEQUENCES THAN USUAL", shit I swore to myself internally as Charlie's voice came from the intercom. I pushed the button and replied with "sorry char..dad I was just tidying I will be down now", " don't bother" he replied back with, " I'm going to work and if you dare tell anyone about what I do to you today at school I will personally kill you myself.. you won't ever see the light of day again, remember darling I've got eyes everywhere", I then heard him storm out of the front door and into his brand new yellow Ferrari.
I had gotten use to Charlie's verbal abuse and I decided it couldn't hurt me to much if I drowned him out... I drew in a deep breath but as I did so I winced in pain as my bruised rib cried out for medical attention, I ignored it and took some paracetamol I sneaked out of the main bathroom cabinet. I then walked over to my floor length mirror at the opposite corner of my room and got ready for the day.
It was the first day so I decided to try and make a bit of a impression I finally decided on a pair of black tights paired with a black skater skirt and a Chanel light pink jumper with the logo plastered on the back, I took out my Louis Vuitton brown purse and paired the look with some Chunky healed black lace up boots. I kept my makeup neutral whilst still managing to cover up my now yellow bruises, i scanned myself up and down a few times and then made my way to the large garage and pulled out in my new Lamborghini Urus.
Charlie thinks that if we're rich it would mask the fact that he is a awful person. And he's right I'm well known in town for being the lucky daughter of the wealthy ceo of a hotel chain company, who gets everything she wants whenever she wants, people don't bother to dig deeper, they see a rich girl on the outside and that's all that matters, apart from the constant beating and verbal abuse Charlie doesn't care about what I do. His words "as long as you don't tell anyone what I do to you, you are free to do whatever the fuck you want to do"... he doesn't care about me or what I do all he cares about is not being found out as the father who hurts his teen daughter and so far he's done a good job at it. My mom, dad and I all lived in a huge estate mansion in the rich area of forks, our house use to be full of life, laughter coming from every direction echoing of the massive walls making it feel so homey and warm. Almost every day we had guests round to hang out by our huge outdoor pool, I remember how my dad would put me onto his shoulders as a little girl and make me stand up and do a backflip off his shoulders, this one time I landed flat on my arse hitting it on the bottom of the pool, Charlie filled the garden with laughter, pulled me up and called me his 'clumsy loving little bear' .
But those times are gone now, there is no more laughter and warmth in our huge house, mom is gone, dad no longer has people over, our once inviting home is now a torture chamber for me whilst my dad sits back and enjoys my cries or pain, almost every day now I'm having to scrape at the walls for hours trying to get my blood off. It is no longer home, it is in my words... hell.

Sorry it's short... next one will be longer I promise xoxo
Emma C