It's Not The First Time

It's Not The First Time

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He threw me against the wall, and I heard my rib crack.  *Thump* I slid down it, and hot tears burned my cheeks.  *Sob* The front door opened and then closed, Dad walking out to drink away the pain in his knuckles. *Slam* I'm all alone. It's not the first time it happened, and I knew what to do next. The crawl to my bedroom killed me, but I'm glad I didn't pass out from the pain, like I usually do. I have homework due in tomorrow. The door to the bathroom is open, thankfully, and I yanked myself up and held onto the sink for support. I know I shouldn't do this, but I always did after a good hour long beating. The shine from the knife in my hands put me into a trance, and I watched with a ghost of a smile on my bruised face as I brought it up near my wrist.  Aurora has been plagued with a murder dear to her heart, and she suffers the consequences almost daily. Her life is abused away and her hopes for tomorrow are if she can cover that bruise on her face, not would she pass that exam? High school senior year brings good luck but bad too, and she gets caught up in a love-mess. Her best friend, the one she can trust with ALL of her secrets becomes her boyfriend. But Aurora's art teacher, Mr. Angelo, picks up on more than her school friends do. Is it a bad thing or good?
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A few snippets so far: I felt naked in front of him. He's stripped me bare, pulled back my flesh, cracked open my rib cage to literally have my heart in his hands. He has the power to finish me off with one forceful squeeze or help hold all the pieces together while I work on mending and healing it. **** I take this time to breathe in the stale peacefulness of the room and wait for my body to properly wake up to get started with another day. My thoughts are soon abruptly stopped when I hear heavy breathing next to me, then I can feel the rise and fall of someone's chest and the heaviness of something wrapped around my torso. The imaginary glue in my eyes disappears as they open in a flash. To my utter disbelief and confusion, I find Harry sleeping...in my bed...with me. What, when how...what in the world is happening?! My internal panic worsens when I realize if he's here he saw the broken glass and blood in the room. FUCKING HELL! "Don't freak out, don't freak out," I talk out loud to myself but it's not fucking working. **** Last fucking chance to tell me I'm wrong and you're not hoeing around then sleep in my bed!" I say as harshly as I can. She doesn't say anything, doesn't even bat an eye at what I said. I pick up her phone on my nightstand and throw it at the closed door and watch her body tense up in anger. Her fists are white from how tightly she is clamping her fingers in her palm and her jaw is clenched. "You said it yourself, we're just friends. Friends don't act jealous like this," she quietly speaks. "I am not jealous; I couldn't give a fuck less. Have nothing to be jealous of." She takes a step back like I hit her, I can see her shattering right in front of me. "You know your way out. Get the fuck out of my apartment now," she walks over to grab her phone that bounced off the wall and walks out, she stops before she closes the door all the way.

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