Battle Scars Part 1

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All The yelling….all the screaming…constant fighting…a constant reminder that life wasn’t always the greatest thing ever…

Richard-WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME NICOLE
Nicole-I WANT TO BE DONE WITHT HIS MARRIAGE….I KNOW WHAT THE HELL YOU HAVE BEEN DOING BEHIND MY BACK…YOU A FUCKING ALCOHOLIC AND I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE
Richard-throwing away years of marriage for nothing
Nicole-Nothing?? NOTHING??....so you call you drinking and hitting me whenever you want nothing??....I cant anymore I'm done and I'm gone
Richard-what about the girl
Nicole-keep her….she was a mistake and I don’t want anything that has anything to do with YOU

She then left and a door slammed…it seemed as though that slam echoed forever until Stella shot up from her sleep…sweating and breathing hard…she didn’t know she had tears running down her cheeks until she put her hand to her face. Her head then snapped to the right, she heard banging at her door

Dad-GET UP GO TO SCHOOL
Stella-ok dad

He then walked away…she signed in relief that he didn’t actually come in…she then got up and wondered to the bathroom.  Incase you didn’t know…Richard is her father and Nicole is her mother…that nightmare happens every month on the 14th…the day she left…the day she never came back or thought twice about her down child. Stella couldn’t help but think of that day….they still don’t know that she was peeking out her door listening to them argue…listening to her mother disowning her for the next 12 years. Stella was now in the bathroom infront of her room….she slowly looked up at the mirror…her skin kind of pain from throwing up very early that morning after her father forced her to eat after 2 weeks. Her hair was a bit limp but still beautiful…she had a bruise on her cheek, a cut near her eye and we won’t even get into what’s on her arms.  She washed her face and got ready for school not wanting to look at herself anymore….as she looked into the mirror to brush her hair….she heard voices…”ugly bitch”, “die already”….”Fat Bitch”….then their was laughter…she then punched her mirror and ran from her bathroom…she was breathing hard…she hated her life and everything about it. She went downstairs and went directly out the door avoiding her parents who were in the living room…she was wearing black skinny jeans, a white shirt, a grey hoodie and black vans…her hair was in a ponytail with loose strains hanging near her face. She never took much pride in her appearance….especially over the summer when she lost a bunch of weight…she went from 160…to 120….she was so small…and it scared the people who worked for the school but she insisted on not eating. She looked down at her feet as she walked up to the entrance of her school….she took a deep breath before walking inside and quickly too her locker trying to avoid Brittany…the most popular and perfect girl at the school. Her long blonde hair and her sparkling blue eyes…every guys fell all over her…she turned around but was then slammed into the locker with a lot of force…she fell to the ground holding her head….things around her started to blur and shaking a little bit….she took her hand from her head and saw their was some blood. She then soon heard a familiar clicking sound from down the hall….the sound of stiletto heals to be exact and she didn’t look up when this shoes stopped infront of her she knew it was the schools most popular girl…Brittany White….she’s the worst person in the entire school…is a cheerleader, dates the head jock but she’s dumber than a dead animal.

Brittany-if it isn’t little miss Stella….how you doing today slut?

Stella just stayed quiet and tried to get up but hissed in pain when she felt the heal of Brittany’s shoes in her shoulder pushing her back down.

Stella-*whispers* Brittany please s-
Brittany-I'm sorry I don’t speak loser…so shut the fuck up
Mel-*laughs* loser
Nina-why not try losing some weight fat ass

Nina and Melanie aka Mel…are Brittany’s little dogs who follow her everywhere and do whatever she does…their both stupid too but Nina can be somewhat clever at times.

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