CHAPTER 34
FLASHBACK - MIDDLE SCHOOL
Well, here I am again. The same middle school as last year. Most people would probably think that I thought of this place as pure hell, but then again, they haven’t seen my house or anything that goes on inside.
Honestly, I just hope that everyone from last year will leave me alone this year and find a new target to pick on.
I know that sounds horrible to wish for. I don’t want anyone to go through the same as what I went through, but I know that I can’t handle it for another year.
When I walked into the school, no one really noticed me and I thought I might get lucky. But I found my new locker and I was putting my books inside of it when I smelt that very familiar smell of perfume coming closer to me. I froze for a moment, knowing that I was in her line of sight and the heels of many girls following behind her. Her usual posse followed behind her.
I slowly got back to putting my books in the locker when she stopped right next to me and leaned on the locker next to mine and she stared straight at me.
“Would you look at what we have here girls? Skylar actually showed up today. She’s braver than I gave her credit for.” Chloe said, flicking my hair with her hand.
“I didn’t have a choice.” I said, really softly.
“I told you not to come back to this school. I didn’t want to spend another year looking at you. So, why the hell would you come back here?” She asked, grabbing a hold of my collar and immediately my heart started racing.
She’d pulled the collar of my shirt down low enough for her to see the deep purple hickeys that were on my collarbone.
She stood there staring at them as I tried to pull my shirt back up, but she kept pulling it back down and she started laughing.
“Oh my god. Now I know how you can actually afford to come to this school. You’re just a little whore, aren’t you?” She asked, getting the attention of everyone that was in the hallway.
People actually moved in closer to see what she was talking about and I was grabbing at my shirt to try and hide the marks that were left there the night before from my dad’s friend.
I was only looking at Chloe but I could hear the other kids in the hallway start laughing as well.
“You’re a whore. Nothing but a dirty little whore.” One of Chloe’s friends started mocking me.
Tears started to blur my vision and I managed to use all my strength to push Chloe away and I barged through the crowd that had gathered and I turned the corner and ran to an area of the school that didn’t have anyone hanging around in it.
I could feel my whole body trembling and I found a corner to hide in and I was doing everything that I could to fix my shirt again. It was a baggy shirt but at least when it wasn’t being yanked on it covered all the scars and bruises that I had all over my body. The marks that were either left by my father or his friends.
Last night dad got especially furious with me when he saw these marks. They weren’t meant to be visible. But he didn’t say anything to his friend who left them there, he blamed it all entirely on me and he let me know as well. Which are the other bruises that I am covering at the moment.
Chloe was just making last night go on forever. It’s not bad enough that it actually happened, but everyone having an interest in it was just making the whole thing go on instead of me being able to forget it.
I ended up skipping classes that day and I went straight home.
Luckily dad wasn’t there. His car was gone so he would have been at the office. And there was no one else in the house. I’m not even sure if the staff know that I live here or not. I do a lot of the cleaning and a lot of the cooking. And they usually only cook for one person. Dad.
So I went up to my room and I laid on my old lumpy bed that I’d had since I was 4 and the mattress’ springs were sticking into my back, but I was used to it.
I sat in my room that night waiting for dad to come home at his usual time. But it didn’t come. And he didn’t come home the next hour or the hour after that.
I assumed that he wasn’t coming home so I had a shower and got dressed for bed.
I actually got a reasonable night’s sleep that night. I only woke up a couple of times and I think that’s just out of habit. But it was a pretty peaceful night otherwise.
When I woke up the following morning it was early, but it had to be because it was a long walk to school.
I got dressed for school and I grabbed my bag and walked downstairs to the kitchen to get something quick to eat for breakfast.
When I walked through the house and I made it to the living room, I saw dad on the couch with an empty bottle of vodka in his hand.
Damn. Drunk dad is so much worse and more violent than normal dad.
I couldn’t leave through the backdoor because he deliberately blocked it so he would know if I ever snuck out.
I took a deep breath and I crept through the living room and I made it to the front door without waking him. But the creaking of the front door opening woke him up and he yelled my name.
I closed my eyes and let out the breath that I didn’t realize I had been holding.
I stood there frozen at the door but dad got up and he grabbed me by the back of the shirt and he pushed the door shut so it slammed and he threw me backwards into the living room where I landed on the ground.
He grabbed me by the shirt again and lifted me up off the ground and kept holding my shirt as he stared at me. And he looked down to see those marks on my collarbone again.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” He demanded.
“School. I have to go to school otherwise they will call you and ask why I’m not there.” I said.
“They won’t fucking dare ask me that. You’re not going anywhere. A friend of mine is coming over and he wants to see you.” Dad growled in my face.
I felt my heart start beating faster and my breathing started getting worse like it was getting harder to catch my breath.
But dad just stood there holding my shirt and he looked me up and down.
“The only thing that you have that’s worth anything are your looks and your body. And don’t ever fucking forget that.” He spat in my face before he finally let go of me and he started stumbling his way upstairs.
I looked down at my body and I was more cautious now to keep my body covered up. I didn’t want men to think that that’s all I was worth.
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