To heal a broken heart

Chapter 21

~Holly's POV~

Once I'm inside, I giddily skip upstairs and put my new stuffie on my bed, smiling down at it brightly.

"I shall name you Mr. Snuggles!", I exclaim and grin even happier.

The afternoon with Jayden was wonderful! Well, despite my little breakdown, but everything else was just awesome! I never felt so happy in my life before! We fooled around, listened to each other and overall had a really nice time. When he won me Mr. Snuggles I couldn't help but think of him as my hero, fuck the cheesiness.

Due to my hurting bruises I already make myself ready for bed, changing into pajamas and brushing my teeth. I hid my limp all day, but now I try to favor my ankle as much as I can. It hurts a lot, I overused it for the past few hours, but I just had to much fun than to listen to it throbbing and pulsating with pain.

Just as I carefully lay down on my bed I suddenly hear the front door open. I freeze. Shit, I totally forgot about my parents! I just hope they don't want me to make them their dinner again.

"Holly!", my dad's voice echoes through the house. He sounds angry, what did I do?

"I'm here!", I yell back, hurriedly making my way down the stairs to greet them properly, hopefully avoiding another beating.

"Where's our food?", my dad asks me, ignoring my greetings completely.

"Oh, uhm, I was over at Juli's to finish a school project so I didn't have time to prepare-"

"Well, then hurry the fuck up and get us something to eat!", my mom interrupts me coldly, anger in her eyes. "We don't work all day for you to do nothing, so make yourself useful!"

I just nod, trying to suppress the already gathering tears in my eyes. Scurrying away into the kitchen, I quickly make some noodles with pesto for them. After everything's done, I bring it into the living room, where my parents already sit and watch TV.

"Here you go, enjoy", I wish them nervously. My dad looks down at the plates, furrowing his eyebrows.

"What is this?", he asks sharply. I frown.

"What do you mean, it's noodl-", I start, but a hard slap interrupts me mid-sentence.

"I fucking know what it is, the question is how dare you to serve us some simple noodles when we all know you tend to cook yourself way better things than this! I want a steak, fish or anything! Get us a real fucking meal, you useless whore!", he yells.

While speaking he slaps me two more times, letting his anger get the best of him. My mom just sits and nods to everything he says, obviously not caring about what happens to me.

"I'm sorry! I just thought you would like to eat something quickly!", I whimper, trying to not anger them more.

"Yeah, yeah, shut up, you slut!", my mother chimes in annoyance in her voice. "Come over here!"

I do as she says and get next to her, but as soon as I do so she suddenly grabs my hair and harshly pulls my head down.

"It's time for your punishment, you worthless, little cunt!", she spits at me, making me whimper once again. My dad next to her breaks out into a grin.

Next thing I know I'm on the floor getting beaten and kicked over and over again. They act as if they have all the time in the world, sprinkling curse words in between every punch and slap. I just lay there limp and sobbing, not being able to stop myself from crying anymore.

Finally, after what feels like hours of torture, they stop and just leave me on the ground, retreating back on the couch to suck each other's face off. I gag internally, but I have bigger problems right now. Trying to get up off the floor, I see black spots appearing in my line of sight, making me stop til they disappear again. It takes me several minutes to get up properly, holding onto the chair standing beside me. I think I bumped against it during the beating, there's some blood at its side.

Slowly staggering out of the room, I leave my parents behind and stumble upstairs. My legs directly walk into my bathroom, my hands automatically grab my razor. It's time I remember who I am.

I'm worthless.

A waste of space.

To huge to live.

I'm a burden to everyone.

I'm nothing.

I need to die.

Each phrase is accompanied by a cut, slowly letting me forget about my internal pain. I don't really remember when the spots appear again, but somewhere along the line I finally stop and start to wrap my arm in bandages, effectively stopping the bleeding. I cut deeper again, perhaps this is my new normal...

Dragging myself back into bed, I don't care about the rest of my body, I'm just so tired, wanting nothing but to finally sleep.