Elizabeth
559 Words
Hi, I'm sorry this took too long to update. I got really busy with school, but I am going to try to write more!
Just my luck, I get stuck with Ace, the "bad-boy". When I didn't answer his question he looked kinda pissed off. Oh well.
I sat in the desk right next to him after the last person left. I flipped through the packet and this is going to take a lot of work. And it'll be hard to do with me not talking.
Ace turns to me," Where are we going?"
I pull out a piece of paper and write 'How about Seattle?' and hand it to him.
He looks at it and says,"Do you just not speak?"
I just nod.
I can feel him staring at me and it makes me shift slightly in my seat. I subconsciously start to pull my sweater sleeves down.
We end up getting through the first 2 pages and the passports by the end of the class.
I have a feeling that he noticed my pulling my sleeves down the entire class cause he kept staring at me.
The bell rings and he is about to say something, but I practically run out of the class before he can say anything.
I just barely make it through the rest of the day. I walk into my last class and look around to find a seat and make eye contact with Ace.
Great.
I quickly move to an empty seat as far from him as I can get. One more class. Not that going home is any better.
All I can hope for right now is that he isn't home. I have barely healed from the last beating. Then the cuts on my arm and legs to go with the bruises. I hide them all pretty well though.
The bell dismissing school rings and I am out the door as fast as I can be.
I walk the mile to what is supposed to be my home. Doesn't feel like a home though. I see that my father's car is not in the driveway. I send a silent thanks for that. I walk into the house and go straight to my room and do my homework.
At 4:30 exactly I am down in the kitchen making my father dinner. Once I finish I leave his plate on the table and go up to my room.
Around midnight I hear the door slam open then close. I can hear him moving to the dining room, then I hear him stumbling up the stairs until he is right outside my door. I close my eyes tight trying not to cry and hoping that he just goes to bed. I'm not that lucky though.
He opens my door, turning on the light, and stomps over to my bed. As he pulls me up by my hair, I can smell the alcohol on him. He slaps me then throws me to the floor.
"Why was my dinner cold?!?"
I just lay there crying on the floor. I cant even lift my head to look at him. He kicks me in the stomach as he leaves my room, slamming the door behind him. I finally get up and get back into bed, crying myself to sleep, praying to my mother that I just die soon.
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