Lost Daughter

Chapter 1

Italic means flashback
All chapters are edited unless they say otherwise.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed as I jolted awake. I hurry out of bed and make sure my bedroom door is locked. That's the first time in 4 days that I've slept. I don't usually sleep because of the nightmares. Listening for footsteps for a good 5 minutes, I don't hear anything so I decide between the two t-shirts and pants I have been wearing for the past 4 years. I know you must be thinking how does she still fit in clothes that a 6th grader should be wearing. Well I haven't grown any since then or gained weight. In fact I lost a lot of weight but Alex says it's too make me look pretty. Sneaking into the bathroom I look at myself in the mirror and see a someone who has been shattered inside and out into a million pieces. I smile at my self and think how does no one notice I'm shattered. I change and walk upstairs to the kitchen to start breakfast. Alex is sleeping next to bottles of vodka and lines of cocaine. I remember when things were good and he used to play dress up with me but that's all gone now. Everyday I wonder why it had to happen. I will never forgive myself.

I quickly but quietly made eggs and bacon. I notice Alex was waking up so I put the plate in the microwave and go out the door with my backpack. I run 2 miles to school every day and back. When I get to school it's 7:37, just enough time to sneak to my class without Bre seeing me. I sit through an hour of god awful teaching. I keep my head down and don't bother anyone. Time goes by fast when your daydreaming and I jump when the bell rings. Quickly packing my stuff up, I walk out the door. As I'm walking to my 2nd hour class Bre and her barbies stop right in front of me.

They drag me to the girls bathroom and lock the door behind them. I stand there looking straight ahead of me and focus on the bathroom mirror. I know what comes next and have learned not to speak unless spoken too. Not to make eye contact of any kind. "Look at your clothes. Didn't you just wear that yesterday? Do you not have clothes or something!" One of minions said. "No" I whispered.  "Wow!!!!! Your even more of a stupid bitch than I though you were! I don't know how you live with yourself.  Your ugly, fat, stupid, a maggot, a disgrace to society, and most of all a murder. I know you killed your mom when you were 8 years old!!! I know all your dirty little secrets bitch." Bre said. SLAP! "Don't forget were you belong" One of her minions said while she slapped me. They kicked, punched, pulled my hair and slapped me until the tardy bell for 2nd period rang. They ran out and left me lying in my blood. I laid there until I could catch my breath and get up. I looked in the mirror and got paper towels to wipe the blood off of myself and the floor. Pulling my foundation out of my back sack I put it on until there are no bruises seen. I check the time and see that only 10 minutes has passed since the tardy bell rang.

I sprint out of the bathroom across campus and up the stairs to my class. I walk in and see that we have a substitute teacher and thank whoever decided to give me a moment of peace today. I walk to the back of the class and sit down. Not even realizing that I fell asleep the bell jolted me from my seat. I walk the long way to 3rd hour which is P.E., I hate it except for Wednesdays and Fridays. Those are the days we run all hour long. I love to run it gets me out of my mind and lets me escape. I change in the bathroom so the other girls won't see my bruises and quickly get outside. "All right ladies, listen up! Today as you know is Wednesday, running day. I want everyone to line up and on the whistle start running. You have to run at least 1 time around the track! Feel free to run the whole time if you wish. One...... Two........ Three.....*whistle blow*" said Coach.

I run the whole hour and it clears my mind. Quickly changing into my school clothes again, I walk to the cafeteria and sit in the back. One thing I forgot to mention is that no one likes me! I mean NO ONE. The smart kids don't talk to me. The popular kids definitely don't. The loners don't even talk to me. So I sit at my table and read books until lunch is over. Sometimes I go to the library but there was a class in there today. Buying food has always been a NO. I don't have the money to get food and if Alex found out I would be in so much trouble. I work after school and my whole paycheck goes to him. I do manage to keep some tips, so I can buy the foundation to cover my bruises up. After School, I walk to Angelo's Dinner and get ready for work.