I was terrified all the time.
I couldn't go on like this. I was even afraid of my own shadow.
I heard a noise downstairs and I knew Allan was home. He was probably searching the cabinets for his stash of alcohol. He was more violent when he was drunk.
I heard my stomach grumbled again. I was really hungry, but I couldn't go downstairs, because he would see me and find a reason to hit me.
I really don't know why my mother had married him. What had she seen in him? I don't know why I ask that question, because I already knew the answer. He was rich and my mother needed the money.
Dad died when I was ten and we started to have money issues. My mother had to do something in order for us to get by, so a year later she married Allan. She didn't love him and I knew he didn't love her either.
Thinking about my mother, I touched the locket that was around my neck. My mother had given it to me when I was twelve. That was when she was healthy. Two years later, she became sick with lung cancer. Allan didn't even care. He didn't try his best to take care of her and pay for her medications. She died a year later when I was fifteen.
I opened the locket and looked at the picture inside. It was a photograph of my mother and I. We were both smiling widely at the camera. I was really happy that day. I sighed. I really miss you, Mom. I knew you would never allow this to happen.
I closed the locket and went to lay on my bed. I was really thankful that tomorrow was the first day of senior year, so I don't have to be home all the time with him anymore.
I remember clearly the first time he hit me. It was six months after my mom had died.
** Flashback **
I had just finished my homework and I went downstairs to make myself a sandwich.
As soon as I stepped in the kitchen, Allan, my stepfather, was leaning on the counter, a bottle of whiskey in his right hand. I didn't say anything because he was like this most days. He didn't even talk to me anymore.
I went over to the fridge to retrieve the cheese, tomato and mayonnaise.
"Kayla," I heard Allan called. I closed the fridge and turned around to face him. I waited for him to speak. "Didn't you hear me calling you?" He asked.
"No. I was in my room doing homework." I replied.
"When I call you a next time, I want you to answer me." He said, stepping closer to me. I scrunched up my nose from the stench of alcohol on his breath.
"Okay, but I really didn't hear you." I said, confused about his behaviour. It happened so fast and took me by surprise, but the next thing I know is that I was holding my cheek. He had hit me and it hurt like hell.
"Do you hear me?!" He roared.
I looked at him in surprise. Man, he must really be drunk. I would never thought he would hit me. He had never before. "Yes." I said quietly.
"Good. Now, I'm out of whiskey. I want you to go to the store and get me some." He said, slamming the empty bottle on the counter.
** End Of Flashback **
It had been two years since that happened. Two years since my life hasn't been the same. Two years since my life was normal. I had thought that he had hit me because he was drunk and that it would be the last time.
I couldn't have been more wrong.
He continued to hit me for every single thing and then it got worse. He had become a monster. I really can't take it anymore. I can't wait until I'm eighteen so I can get the hell out of here.
He hitting me that day was the first, but not the last. It was just the beginning.
I got up early the following morning and quickly got ready for school. As usual, I put on a lot of foundation and concealer to hide the bruises. I took up my bag and the house key and went downstairs.My stepfather was sprawled out on the couch, an empty bottle of beer hanging loosely in his hand. He was fast asleep and snoring loudly. I tiptoed through the living room and head to the front door. I was really hungry, but I didn't want to risk him waking up if I cook breakfast. I opened the door quickly and ran down the porch steps and began my journey to school.Since I got ready early, I reached school with a lot of time to spare. I walked passed the parking lot where a lot of students were gathered and went into the school building. I then head down the hall to my locker."Kayla!" I heard my name being screamed. I knew exactly who it was immediately. I turned around with a wide grin on my face."Jazzy!" I greeted one of my best friends; Jasmine Thomas. She finally reached me and flu
Warning: Abusive content!******At the end of the day, I was putting my books in my locker, when Jasmine walked up to me."Hey, ready to go?" She asks."I have detention, remember?" I reminded her as I closed my locker."Oh yeah. That sucks." She replied, pulling a sad face."You have no idea." I sighed."Okay then, I'll see you tomorrow." She said as she walked away."Tomorrow." I said, waving goodbye. I then walked in the direction of the detention room. I still couldn't believe that I got detention. I really hope this one small mark on my permanent record won't affect my chances of getting into medical school.I reached the door that has 'Detention Room' written on it and pulled it open. I noted that only one person was in the room. A boy, who was busy tapping away on his phone. I entered and went to the desk to give my detention slip to the detention supervisor. I then turned around to walk to my seat and almost run into someone who had just entered the room behind me."Watch it!
The next day, I woke up with a pounding headache. I stretched my sore limbs and went to take a shower. I turned the water to hot and went into the shower. I stood under the spray for five minutes, before I start to lather myself with soap.When I was done, I stepped from the shower and wrapped a towel around my body. I then went into my room to get ready. I got dressed quickly into jeans and a baby blue sweater. As I put on my sweater, I cringed at the black and blue marks on my stomach. The old ones beside it was starting to look dark and ugly.I then went over to my dresser to comb my hair. I run my hands through my brown hair and noticed that a big chunk was torn out from when Allan grabbed it yesterday. I caught my hair into a high ponytail in order to hide it.When I was done, I began to apply makeup. I applied a lot of foundation and powder on my cheeks to hide the marks that had now turned a darkish blue colour. Thankfully, when I was done, it wasn't showing. I had gotten so us
The following day at lunch time, my friends and I sat down at our table for lunch. We were busy joking around and talking about random things, when I looked up at the entrance to the cafeteria.Entering into the cafeteria, sporting all the confidence of the world was Carson and his three friends. There were Michael Evans and the twins; Jayden and Jordan Moore.They walked passed our table and Carson's eye caught mine. I look away quickly. They walked to their table and sat down. "What's up with you?" Jasmine asked when she realized that I had gone quiet."Nothing. I was just trying to avoid Carson." I replied."Carson Knight?" She asked and I nodded. "Why? Are you into him?""What? No!" I said shaking my head quickly.Jasmine laugh. "I was just asking. After all, he is hot." She said.I looked over to the table that Carson sat talking loudly with his friends. I have to admit, Jasmine is right. He is hot. I've always noticed his arrogance before, but if you really look at him, he was
I was running. I didn't know who or what I was running from, but I knew I was afraid. I was in a forest surrounded by tall trees and no matter how far I run, it seems like I can never reach the opening. I also felt like I wasn't moving at all, even though the chilly night air whipped at my skin. I felt tears streaming down my cheeks and my vision became blurry. I couldn't see where I was going anymore, but I kept running. The sky was dark and the clouds were dark and looming. I started to hear voices all around me. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but the voices sounded cold, angry and terrifying. I finally saw a bright light ahead of me and tried to increase my speed. I didn't want to be in the forest anymore. I didn't feel safe here. As soon as I neared the light, I closed my eyes from its intense glare. As soon as I closed my eyes, I felt my feet gave out from under me. I looked down and realized that I was falling. I waved my hands and cried out as I fell. My body fel
WARNING: Abusive content, but only a small amount.******Today was now Saturday. On most Saturdays, Allan would go to a party or hang out at a bar with his drinking buddies. I love these days because he would drink all night and he would not come home until early the next morning.I was laying on my bed when I heard his car left the house. I took up my phone and looked at the time. It was a quarter pass two. I guess he decided to start his night out early.I left my room and went into the kitchen to see what was in the fridge to eat. The fridge was however empty. I saw only a small amount of milk left in the milk carton. It has been a while since I went shopping. This is due to the fact that I did not have any money as Allan spends the entire money on alcohol.He didn't care if there was food in the fridge or not. He did not care about me. All he cared about was his alcohols in the cabinet. My mother had left some money for me before she left, but it was not enough. It was fast runni
On Wednesday morning, I was walking to school feeling weak and sore. Every step I took, I felt pain through my entire body. My stomach especially.Allan had cornered me last night and given me a hard beating. He was drunk and really angry. Because of what he did, I couldn't sleep. After he had finished hitting me, I went straight to my room for the entire night and I could not stop throwing up. He was hitting me frequently now and more harder. I really don't know how much more of it I could take. I didn't feel like going to school, but I really didn't want to miss school. After dragging myself to school for half an hour and ignoring the pain for the entire journey, I finally reached school. I walk inside the building and head to homeroom, so I can sit and rest my sore body.After roll call, Jasmine and I went to our first class of the day. As we sat at our seat in English class, she began to tell me about Tyler. Tyler was the boy who she went on a date with last week Wednesday. I was
On Saturday, I got ready to go to my first day of work at the coffee shop. When I was ready, I went to my room door and listened for any sound in the house. I didn't hear any, so I opened my room door slowly and slipped through.I heard loud snoring coming from the room down the hall as I walk to the stairs. Allan was still asleep, I thought to myself. I shook my head and quickly descend the stairs. I opened the front door and head out.After walking for fifteen long minutes, I was finally at the coffee shop. I opened the door and went inside. When Samantha saw me entered, she gave me a friendly smile and pointed in the direction of the backdoor. I greeted her and walked around the counter.I entered through the backdoor and head towards the small cubicle, that is Miranda's office. Miranda smiled when she saw me."Hey Kayla. You are here." She greeted. She got up from her chair and indicated for me to follow her. She lead me to a small room which contain lockers. "This is going to be