Gone without you

CHAPTER ONE

     Dedicated to favourorobor for the beautiful cover😘... 

Emily's POV

I watched in horror as the dark figure approached me in the darkness wielding what looked like a sledge hammer. I shrunk into the darkness trying to make myself as invisible as I could to escape his wrath. I could hear my heartbeat pounding away and the breath I was trying to hold in coming out in gasps.  Just as if on cue, the figure instinctively turned towards my direction. Sensing my presence, he made his way towards where I hid.    Finally spotting me, a sinister smile appeared on his face and raising his hand clutching the hammer, he lunged towards me.  Screaming out loud, I quickly woke up from yet another restless sleep.

   I heaved a deep sigh of relief on realizing it was just one of those nightmares.
   Checking the time on my phone,I made to lie back on my bed to see if I could get back to sleep.

After what felt like forever and a helluva of turning and tossing in my bed, I finally drifted back to sleep.

I woke up the second time in a row to the annoying buzz of my alarm clock. Feeling around, I snoozed it and made to get back to sleep again.  Who was I kidding though?!

Some nanoseconds later which in real sense was a whole five minutes, the alarm went off again. Totally irritated, I decided it was time I got up from my bed. Yayy! Its another school day!  Grudgingly getting up, I made my way to my bathroom, brushed my teeth and took a quick shower. I slipped into my room and wore some jeans with some sweater to top it off.

Then came the crucial part of my morning routine - the desperate effort to cover up fresh bruises and scars. And of course the eye bags.
Using my concealer, I started working my magic on my face and neck area - an art which I mastered from practice. This really was a morning routine that came as a package for abuse and being constantly battered.

  Flashback
I heard crashes from downstairs and rushing to check where the ruckus was coming from, I found my father dragging himself into the living room in a total state of stupor.  (pardon me for putting his state mildly.  He was totally stoned.  Stupor puts his current state mildly.)
   I rushed over to help him in safely so he wouldn't crash into things and maybe get injured...but of course, that turned out to my detriment.       When he realized what I was trying to do, it was as though the booze cleared from his eyes automatically and he pushed me away with so much force you'd wonder if he was just playing drunk. Landing on the hardwood floor, I bruised my elbow and it didn't stop there. He pounced on me. Raining blows everywhere he could lay his hands on. Getting up, I quickly made my way up the stairs to escape his wrath. He stumbled his way upstairs and started pounding on my door
  'Open this door no-ow you fool or I swear I'd break it down-nn!  Emii-ly! ' he slurred. 
'Emily' Pound!. He kept on pounding on my door. I soon tuned him out while crying hysterically and grieving all over again for the loss of my mother.
My dear mother!
   End of flashback.

I felt something wet slide down my cheeks and I wiped it off with the edge of my sweatshirt.

I tiptoed downstairs with my backpack, careful not to wake the sleeping monster lying across the living room sofa. Successfully making my way outside, I slid into my car and turned out of the parking lot.

         CHARACTER DESCRIPTION.
Bella
-Best friend to Emily
-white skin, brown wavy hair, silvery eyes
-average height
-jovial and really silly if I may add😂 but then is a great friend and provides a listening ear

   Bella's POV
I sighted Emily from my locker.  There was this aura surrounding her which I could sense from afar (call it best friends knack) but oh well!
I called out to her but she seemed to be so lost in her own world while trying to stuff in books into her locker.

This zoning out tends to happen as an aftermath of a terrible night. Being constantly abused, the bubbly and always happy Emily has gradually become a shadow of herself, always deep in thoughts with a frown permanently etched onto her beautiful face. She had this bright green eyes which no one could overlook and brown wavy hair cascading generously behind her. Looking at her currently, she was still beautiful but didn't have her usual sparkle. Her beautiful bright green eyes has lost its glitter and has turned a darker shade from so much brooding and sobbing. The brown her which she always tended to and left shinny was now everywhere and mismanaged.

Making my way over to her, I tapped her shoulder. She jumped in fear. Okay, maybe I startled her