I trekked home and tears filled my eyes just by the thought that I will never have friends. I should have just heard them out,then stay mad at them for a few days afterwards accept being friends with them, at least that is what a normal person would do.
Well I guess I am not normal, I am broken physically and mentally, and because of that I am pushing everyone away, I am just scared, and I want my parents, I should not think of having friends because my stepfather would never allow me so I should just forget about that.

I know It seems pathetic right now but I really do not care, I cried my eyes out and I took my time walking home, I totally forgot that my step father expects me to be home before him and to have lunch ready for him.

I started jogging the rest of the way home. When I got home I was immediately pushed against the wall. "Why are you home late?" My stepped yelled at me with so much hate.

"I am sorry." Was all I was able to mumble out.

"So you have a boyfriend and you have new friends now do you not?"

"No I do not have any friends and I definitely do not have a boyfriend." I chocked out.

"Do not lie to me." He pushed me harder against the wall causing my chest to hurt, I could not breathe.

"I can not breathe."

"like I f**king care."

"Please let me go."

He dropped me hard on the floor, from the corner of my eyes I saw empty bottle of stout and vodka on the coffee table.

Oh no, he has been drinking. "Please you are not thinking straight, you are not in your right senses right now."

"Are you trying to tell me that I am crazy, that I am out of my mind."

"That is what you are saying right, you killed your own mother, you took her life!"

"You are a murderer and you are telling me I am not in my right senses, you killed your own mother, you are the one that is not in the right sense."

"No I am not! I did not kill her! She died in a car crash." I tried to yell as he dropped me harshly on the ground.

"You caused her death, you killed my wife, you bastard, she died because of you, you killed my wife now you will pay..., I will kill you too."

"No please! I did not kill her please!"

He grabbed an empty bottle of vodka from the coffee table and he broke it on my head, the last thing I saw was his worn out boots right before everything went black. 
     
  Three hours later.
  
I woke up with a throbbing headache I tried to move my body but every movement sent my brain to cry out in pain, I then proceeded to touch where hurts on my head.

My head felt moist, I brought my hand to look at it and what I saw startled me, blood, my head felt like it was broken into two.
     I tried to move again but this time slower and made sure I made very little movements with my head, I tried standing but I could not do it, so I just made myself as comfortable as I could be in a sitting position.

My head ached badly that every tear I shed causes pain to my head. I stayed in that position for a while thinking the pain will reduce but oh boy was I wrong.

The pain was not subsiding and I knew that if I did not treat myself I would just die, I tried standing again, as I got on my two feet trying to move one feet before the other I stumbled and I collapsed for the second time today.

   An hour later.

      I woke up from the never ending darkness I was in, the pain was increasing, every second and I knew that if my step father comes and sees my blood all over the floor, he will break more bottles on my head.
And I can not dare go to the hospital what will I tell them happened to me? I know that he will just deny it and make up lies about me. I tried standing up again, this time I did not wobble too much.

I stood on my two feet, while leaning on the wall, one feet after the other, I kept on saying it in my mind to keep me steady, like that I got to the kitchen, I carefully took out the first aid kit and I cleaned the blood on my face with cotton wool.

       I poured spirit on the part that hurts the most on my head and I hissed out in pain, I had never been in so much pain like that despite the continuous abuse, this was the worst so far.
I then went on to gently wrap my head tight with bandages and removed some shards of broken glass that was on my skin and I checked carefully and slowly for cuts on my skin, luckily there was none.

I then kept the first aid kit back in its place and I proceeded in cleaning the living room as much as i could and I made dinner, I made rice and spaghetti with tomato sauce and roasted chicken.

By the time I was done my whole body was shaking, I had not eaten through out today and I am nursing an injury. I need the energy so I can heal properly I still have to do my report and finish my homework, I decided to eat to my fullest as I made food for two, I ate quickly.

I did not want him to catch me eating, he will destroy me if he does. Once I was done I washed my dishes and went to my room, I tried to complete my physics assignment.

I was smiling by the time I was done, now all I need to do is write a summary about the novel Mr Walter was talking about, I know it is a story I have read before, "Better Days Ahead."
    Yes that is the story, I love the story because it is very very similar to my life story, I then went on to summarizing it, I was worried I will not be able to write it the way I would if I was not nursing an injury.

But when I started writing I could not stop but I kept in mind that I was asked to summarize the story, I wrote 6000 words and I was very satisfied with what I wrote.

I went through it again to check for errors and spelling mistakes after I was done, it was already late, it should be around 9pm now, I kept my books in my bag.
       I decided that I will go to the library to go search for a book about cyber hacking tomorrow, so I can understand what I missed out when I zoned out during Mr Victor's class, and look for that story "Better Days Ahead."

I did not finish the book the last time I had it, Mrs Juliet lent it to me, but I gave it back to her after that incident. But for now I need to shower and rest.

I was happy he did not come into my room tonight, I took of my clothes and went to shower.

I was practically jubilating, maybe he wants me to heal first before he goes back to abusing me, I guess he cares for me in his own way, for once I wished I was right, as soon as I got out I saw him naked on my bed with his clothes on the floor and his sex toys were on the bed.
        I thought he would not come tonight, I obviously thought wrong, he motioned for me to come closer, I knew fighting him will make my head hurt even more and he may decide to beat me as he rape me but I decided to make an attempt.

I pleaded with him, he yanked the torn towel from my body and threw me on the bed, he then proceeded in doing to me as he pleases, I am just grateful that he did not hit me on my face or head. After he was done with me.

He gathered his sex toys, clothes, he left me naked and cold, I covered myself with the sheets as I cried myself to sleep, I really am a worthless piece of shit was the last thought on my mind before the darkness took over me.

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