Completely and Utterly Broken

Chapter Twelve

I stand there, staring at him. Waiting for the yelling, and the beating. And he stared back. Well, more like glared back.

"Where the hell have you been?"he asks with a cold tone.

"Do you really care?"I ask.

"DON'T FUCKING TALK THAT WAY TO ME!!"he shouts. And he starts walking toward me. And I, of course, back away. But I don't get that far. And he's right in front of me. "Now, answer my question. Where were you?"he repeats.

"At a friend's."I reply. And he laughs bitterly.

"You? Friends?"he questions."How is that even possible?"

I shrug. And then he suddenly pulls on my hair. And I cry out, my hands going to his arm. Trying to put his hand away. But he doesn't budge. And tears are starting to form in my eyes.

"You need to fucking speak when I ask you a question!"he yells. And he starts to pull harder.

"OK! Ok! I will!"I yell. And my eyes start to drop. But all he does is pull harder.

"Well that's not good enough!"he shouts. And he smacks me, and I let out a whimper. And he still holds onto my hair. "Why can't you just listen the first time, huh?"he yells. And smacks me again. "Things could be so much easier."he mutters. Then he slaps me once again. Then finally lets go of my hair, and I fall to the ground. The tears official rolling down my cheeks. And I clutch onto head from him pulling my hair. Then touch the spot where he slapped me, I wince. But then he kicks me in the stomach. I snap my my eyes shut. And go for my stomach, but he kicks it again. Then twice more, then leaves. Leaves me on the ground, crying with a bruised face and stomach.

I try to get up, and I do eventually. I wince with every step I take. I go to my room turning on the shower, slowly taking off my clothes. I look at myself in the mirror. And like all the other times, I look terrible. Both of my cheeks are red from his slaps. And the bruise on my stomach is already turning yellow. I sigh to myself, and get into the shower. I clean all the blood that was starting to come out. And I just let myself soak there for a while. I lean back against the wall, closing my eyes. I just wish my mom was alive, my dad. I wish I had friends that would care for me, and comfort me. But no, no one cares about me. But it doesn't matter, cause once I'm out of this hellhole. I am making my own awesome life, and be happy. Where I don't have to depend on anybody. Where I can be somebody new, that everyone loves.

I don't need anyone. And no ones needs me. And the time will come, that dozens of people will need me. I'm going to make sure of that. I will have a better life, making millions and have my own house, my own money. And I will live for the sake of my parents. Show them someone they're going to be proud of. Their daughter that is meant to be.

Once I was done with my shower, I got ready as usually. Putting on some black jeans with a white long sleeve shirt, and black jacket And white converse. I straightened my hair, and put some powder on my face. Then I grab my things, and go downstairs. I put my hood over my head, and start to walk to school.

Once I get there, the bullies are there. I try to make myself unnoticed. And I almost make it. But something else happens. I bump into someone, I stumble a little. But I don't fall. The person catches me before I do.

"Zoe?"they say.

I look up. Anthony. I groan. "What?"I snap.

He lets me go. "Woah, calm down." he says, and stuffs his hands pockets."So, how are you doing? What happened this morning?"he asks.

I glare at him, annoyed. "Why do you care?"I ask coldly.

And his face somehow hardens. Showing no emotion."I don't. I'm just curious."

I nod my head understandingly. Keeping my face blank and bored. Just what I was expecting, no one cares about me. "Thought so." I reply.

His face softens again, and steps closer, opening his mouth to say something. I don't let him. "Don't. I don't care. And I'm going to keep it that way. Keep my distance and you keep yours. People don't care about me. So I won't care about them. Simple as that. Now, leave me alone."I say. I side step him, and walk pass him.

And just like I expected, he doesn't do anything. And I don't want him to do anything. I walk away with my head down. But inside, my head is held high.