𝐔𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲

Chapter • 1 - Scars and abuse

I have a ton of scars.

Sure I have a lot of physical scars but mentally it all stays with you over time.

My step Brother, Damon, died when I was younger. My best friend. He was the only light which led me through the dark and now I have no one.

While we were walking from school, a car pulled up and started shooting.

He pushed me down and jumped on top of me to cover me from the shots fired. Everything happened so fast I couldn't think and I froze.

I should've moved and maybe he would still be alive today.

When I got up he wasn't moving, wasn't breathing, and didn't have a pulse. I called 911 but by the time they got there I knew he was gone. I cried my heart out and even though people around me were talking, my mind couldn't focus on anything they were saying. I lost a brother that day and I'll always have that scar.

Present day

"Kimberly! You better come down-n here this inst-tant!" My mother shouted-slurred from downstairs. She has been drinking again. So has my step-father. Both not a good sign for me.

I ran downstairs and stopped quickly in front of my mother. I straightened my back and fixed my posture to make sure my mother doesn't criticize me on that too.

She stared at me and wobbled closer, Sniffing and looking me up and down.

"Well look at you little piece of shit. You fixed yourself up for once. Finally listening to what I'm saying." She stopped. "Your principal called me saying you have a book overdue? One called "The Great Unknown"? I told him that can't be true. That She knows better."

"She doesn't know crap." My stepfather added with a disgusted look. She kisses his cheek and rubs his back. Then turns back to me.

"So is your principal lying or are you?"

I hesitate. Not wanting to answer because I know what will happen when I do.

I checked out that book last week. They don't allow me anything, not a phone, no books, no bed besides a mattress, and I'm not allowed to go anywhere besides school and back. Basically I live in hell.

I finally decided to try and check out a book for myself since I've never had one. I just desperately wanted something once in my life. So I checked it out. But I guess that wasn't the brightest idea.

"Well, I just thought I'd get just one book and I promise I thought it was tomorrow but I guess the due date is today and I'm so sorry and I will make sure to return it and I'll do anything!"

She shakes her head. "Oh Kimberly, I thought I taught you better."

"You did! I swear I'll do better just please don't-"

"Didn't we specifically tell u the rules?" My step-father includes.

"Yes sir." I mumble while looking down at my feet.

"LOOK AT ME IN THE EYES YOU IDIOT!" He shouts and grabs my face to make me look straight at him.

He slaps me across the face and I can feel the growing stinging pain on my cheek.

I bite my lip to hold in the pain.

You'd think I'd get used to it after all the times I've been hit but it never gets better.

My mom just stands there smiling. Not even fazed by the fact that her own daughter got slapped in the face by her own step father.

She's no mother of mine.

"I'm sorry! I will return it tomorrow I promise!" I apologized.

"You better or your life will be a living hell." He replies and takes a sip of a beer he grabbed off the counter.

It already is my living personal hell.

"Kimberly, go upstairs. Also give me your blankets as your punishment. You will freeze during the night and think about what you have done." She commanded.

I go upstairs and collect all my blankets and leave them outside the door. Then I lock my bedroom door.

I turn to the side and stare at myself in the mirror. The mark where he slapped me is turning a dark purple color. It is stinging still but I'll take a little bit of pain killers. They don't know I have some so I hide them behind the toilet.

If they found out I took medicine for the pain, they'd make sure the pain would be so unbearable that the medicine wouldn't work.

I pop two pills in my mouth and swallow it. Then I slide down against the bathroom wall and slump on the floor.

Why couldn't I have a normal life with a normal mom who loved me, a father who was still here, and a brother who was still alive. I've been through abuse my whole life. I just want a break for a few seconds but all I feel is pain.

Water fills my eyes and I wipe the tears away. My eyes burning from the excessive crying I've been doing for the past few days.

But I can't let myself be weak in front of anyone because that's all I have left. If I let my guard down then I won't have anything left to lose and I'll break down and I don't know if I'll be able to be fine again.

I sit there for an hour thinking, letting my mind wonder and imagine what life would be like if it was normal.

until My eyes slowly close...

Maybe tomorrow will be better.

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Welcome to the first chapter! I hope you guys like it and consider adding it to your library or reading lists. Sorry for any mistakes as I am 15 and probably suck at grammar. One of my first stories so I hope you enjoy!