In her eyes.

Back to hell.

      After we all finished cleaning our mess and the windows, and after a few awkward moments around Kye, we all got our things and now we're walking of the school campus together.

I breathe in the cold, fall air and take in the sight of the beautiful orange and yellow leaves falling from the tall maple trees while the sun is starting to set. As I walk along the side walk we approach the main road and my first thought is 'this is where we part'.

"Welp, Quiney and I go left, I guess your going with Kye then?" Thea asks.

"Yeah... I guess".

Thea gives me a soft, warm, motherly bear hug and then walks away with Quin. I look over at Kye and then begin to walk left passing all the houses. As we walk a question pops into my mind so I decide to start a conversation.

"I know it's not my business but, are Thea and Quin dating?" I ask curiously.
"Yes, that's how I met Thea. They started dating about two years ago and I'm the only who helped Quin ask her out, so now I guess we're all best friends", he replies as I nod my head feeling really nosy.

We walk in silence for a while, until Kye breaks it. "Mine is a bit further up", he says referring to his house. "Oh, mines down on the right" I say hesitantly taken the fact that my house is broken down and I can barely pay the bills with the three jobs I have. Before I can turn I hear him say words that I dread.

"Ill walk you home, it's getting dark too", he says trying to be polite. I look up at the sky to see the stars starting to show and I feel the breeze as it gets colder, closer to night. "No it's fine mine isn't that far, and you should get home your parents might get worried" I say completing denying the offer. "You sure?" He says not wanting to let me go alone. "Yes I'm very sure, and my dad is probably waiting for me at home", I say lying. The only reason my dad would want me home is to give him money for the club, or for me to go out and get him food.

Eventually I get Kye to let me walk home by myself and we part ways. As I walk to the front of my house a women in her mid twenty's comes out of the house with her hair messed up and her dress disoriented. She smile at me and then walks away. I roll my eyes and Walk into the house, grateful that I didn't see what happened in here earlier.

"Where have you been you piece of shit", I hear my dad say as I walk into my room and put my stuff down. "I um.. I had to stay for an after school thing", I say trying to avoid saying anything extra. "You know how fucking hungry I am bitch!" He gets up from his chair at the kitchen table and slaps me. "You little shit! Mabye I should just dump you in the trash where you should be! You were probably out slutting around you ugly hoe!" He screams even louder. I can tell that he's highly intoxicated by the way he slurs his words.

"Fucking bitch!" He screams and then starts beating the hell out of me. I scream and cry as much as I can trying to stop him, but my efforts fail. He kicks my stomach and then starts kicking me like the psycho he is as I lay on the ground helpless.
He stops and I sigh in relief as I slowly get up from the ground. He throws me some papers and I quickly collect them. I looks at the envelope to see that it's a bunch out bills that need to be payed.

"Go get me some food! I'm fucking starving over here!" He screams as goes and lays on the couch.

I walk into my room to grab my stuff and look into the cracked mirror.

I remember when he punched me against this mirror so hard that it cracked and I passed out, but instead of feeling any sympathy for his daughter, he stole my money and went to the club. He threatened me that if I tried anything he'd really beat me to pulp and he'd do the same to everyone around me.

I look in the mirror at myself, all I see is my black hair and hazel eyes, it's what reminds me of my mom. I look at the new bruises and the gash on the side of my hip where he kicked several times. I look at the new wound on my lip and the black eye forming. Luckily it's Friday, so I can give it some days to get a little better. I'll just need to use my makeup to cover it up. That's the only thing I use my makeup for, to cover up my scars, because if anyone were to see them they'd turn my dad in. I want to, but a sliver of me feels a strange pity. I mean he's been a bit better about not beating me everyday now. It's more of an every other day thing now.

I move to my desk and cover up my new bruises and cuts. I look at the blood on my shirt from where the gash on my hip is. I quickly put a sweatshirt on and a pair of jeans to cover the extra stuff up. The gash will bleed through, but hopefully it will hold till I get stuff to bandage it.

I grab my wallet and my iPhone 5, then walk outside taking in the fresh air before I run my errands.