All Chapters of Pathetically Beautiful : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I dragged my bruised and painful body into the bathroom. I must have done something to make him as mad as he was tonight. He hasn't beaten me like this in months. Pulling myself up onto my feet, using the skin to hold me up, I take a lot at his handy work. Somehow, he had managed to control himself and hadn't left a mark on my face. I guess he remembered that tomorrow was the first day of school. I turned on the shower, wincing as the hot water hit my sore skin. I tried to block out the memories of what had just happened, focusing instead on the upcoming school year. Maybe this year would be different. Maybe I could finally find a way out of this hell.As I washed away the blood and tears, I couldn't help but wonder how long I could keep up this. How long could I pretend that everything was fine when, in reality, my stepfather was a powerful mafia boss who controlled every aspect of my life. I stood there, letting the water run over my body. My mind raced with a million thoughts, his

I spent the night thinking about Brax. It was so stupid because no matter what, I couldn't have anything to do with him for so many reasons. I got up getting ready for school, having to put make-up on my neck to cover the now black bruises that wrapped around it. I avoided the house, going out the back gate and walking the long way to school. I couldn't bear the thought of facing Steve today. Walking into school, jealousy washed over me as I walked through the crowd of happy, carefree teenagers who had probably spent their night talking on the phone, gossiping about their new crush or something. My heart longed for a normal life without pain and suffering. Getting to my locker, I started swapping over my books for the day, but as I closed my locker, a hand grabbed him. I looked up in shock, my eyes meeting Braxs without a word. He started pulling me towards the boy's bathroom, pushing open the door and dragging me inside with him. A boy was standing over at the troth. Brax narrowed h

Pulling up home, Steve got out of the car and walked off inside like nothing had happened. I pulled myself out of the car, pulling my now ripped and wrecked dress tightly around me as I made my way inside, tears rolling down my face. Once I was inside and the door looked behind me, my legs gave out from under me, causing me to fall to the floor, my body shaking with fear and pain. As tears fell from my eyes, I remembered the paper that Brax had given me in the bathroom tonight. I pulled it out of my bra, thankful that Steve hadn't found it. The only reason he hadn't was because once I knew what was happening, I grabbed it out, holding it tightly in my hand. Written on it was an address. I was confused as to why he would give me a piece of paper with nothing but an address on it. I pulled myself together, dragging myself off the floor, and made my way into the bathroom. Turning the shower on as hot as it would go, I removed what was left of my dress, throwing it straight in the bin befo

I didn't sleep at all that night. All I could think about was how I was going to tell Brax that I couldn't be friends with him without telling him why. when the sun started to come up I got up heading outside with a coffee i sat on the back porch of my flat and watched the sunrise tears falling down my face, i had gone over everything a million times trying to find some hope in myself being able to get out of this but everything I came up would never work. I couldn't run from Steve he would always find me. lighting my smoke, I sat there watching the sun come up in the distance. I used to love watching the sunrise because, to me, it brought a new day that would bring new chances in life, but now, it just felt like a cruel reminder of the reality I was facing.As the sun rose fully in the sky, I knew it was time to go to school and tell Brax that I didn't want to be his friend. Every part of me just prayed that he would let it go and leave me alone forever. I didn't want to have to spen

When we arrived at the party, the music was blaring, and people were already stumbling around outside. I pushed my way through the crowd, searching for Dillion. It didn't take long to find him—he was standing by a table playing beer pong, laughing and joking with his friends.I approached him, trying to ignore the pounding in my head and the sick feeling in my stomach. "Dillion," I called out over the noise.He turned to look at me, a smirk on his face. "Well, well, if it isn't little Willow," he said mockingly. What do you want?" By the way, he spoke, I could tell that he had had a few drinks. I took a deep breath, trying to push down my nerves. "I need something," I said quietly.Dillion raised an eyebrow, looking me up and down. "you only got some yesterday, Willow?"I tucked my hands into my armpits, trying to control the shakes. "I, um, sold them," I lied, and by the way he looked at me, he knew that I was lying.he stood there thinking for a second his smirk slowly going the lo