Trust, chapter 2
*My p.o.v*
"JESS GET YOUR FUCKIN' LAZY ASS OUTTA BED, GET DRESSED, COVER YOUR BRUISES AND GET TO SCHOOL," my stupid step dad, Peter, yelled at me.
"COMING!" I yelled emotionless. You see, it's been like this every since the two month tour finished. My dad broke his promise and didn't come back, so my mom went for a drive to go and have a talk, well more of a yell at him for not coming to see me. On the way she had a minor car crash...who's car surprise, surprise Peter's car. They dated for a while and then decided to move in. I was happy at the time because Peter seemed really nice. At the beginning he would just drink and yell, but then he got violent and started beating my mother, soon moving onto me. We tried running away but he just keeps finding us; he said if we did it again we wouldn't be so lucky next time, in other words he would kill us.
My mother hated putting me through this, but there was nothing she could do and I knew that. So, I got along living my life, telling people I didn't have a father I looked so much like my mother it wasn't funny. I got away with it at the time, and anyway, if I told people the media would go crazy and people would just want to be my friend so they can meet my "dad", and I didn't want that so it's my little secret.
I got up had a quick shower got dressed, dried my hair, put on my jumper, grabbed my bag and some lunch, kissed my mum on the cheek and ran out the door towards school. Luckily, I had my Ipod so I pretty much listened to that the whole way to school. I walked into the school hearing sniggers from all the popular people in the school. I only had two friends: Billie (a.k.a Angie) & Jimmy (a.k.a Russell). His middle name is James so I call him Jimmy. They both weren't here as they were sick, I knew 'cause they rang me up and told me. I hated being alone for the entire day, it goes by a hell of a lot slower than normal, then again I am getting used to being alone. I sighed and got my books out of my locker and put them in my bag, shut my locker door and got to class just as the bell rang. We can skip the entire day of school; as of course it's as boring as hell or even worse. I trudged home in the rain, my freakin' Ipod ran out of power. I knew I was in deep shit when I got home, as I never EVER paid attention in class and was failing every subject except music. I walked up to the front door, took a deep breath and walked inside to hear Peter and mom yelling about my report card...
"WELL, MAYBE YOU SHOULD STOP HITTING HER SHE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"
*SLAP*
"YOU'RE BOTH MY PROPERTY, I CAN DO WHAT I WANT," he said, his voice filled with rage. Then he turned around and saw me.
"Well well well , what do we have here?" he said in a mocking tone.
"Umm..." I said, my voice trailing off.
"YOU'RE FAILING AT SCHOOL!" he said with his icy cold, blue eyes turning to a dark, death stare, black color.
"Umm, yeah," I said quietly.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?"
"I said umm, yeah," I said in his mocking tone, not really knowing what I was doing until it was to late he hit me over the head and I passed out.
I woke up in a white room, which I soon realized to be the hospital. I never really liked hospitals, it gave me the creeps and made me depressed because of all the people dying. The doctor walked in and looked at me like he was really surprised and said "You're awake."
I just stared at him oddly and raised my eyebrows, "Ok, pretty dumb question." he said, "You're obviously awake. So, how are you feeling?" he asked me.
I just nodded my head and shrugged my shoulders.
"Good then," he said, his voice getting a bit sadder by the minute, well second but who's counting?
I grabbed a pen and paper on the side table next to me and asked when I could go home, and if I could have a mirror to look at the bruises on my face. I also asked where my mom was. I ripped it out of the book and gave it to him and he stared at it for a minute before saying, "You can go home now, we just have to get you signed out ok?" he said trying to smile but not really working.
He got up, walked out of the room and came back with a mirror. One of the mirrors with a handles, not an actual full length mirror.
"Here you go," he said handing the mirror to me. I looked at myself in the mirror and my eyes nearly fell out of the socket, literally. I looked completely black and blue and purple all over, I was scared shitless. I must have taken a bloody good beating. I looked at the doctor, waiting for him to tell me where my mom was...
"JESS GET YOUR FUCKIN' LAZY ASS OUTTA BED, GET DRESSED, COVER YOUR BRUISES AND GET TO SCHOOL," my stupid step dad, Peter, yelled at me.
"COMING!" I yelled emotionless. You see, it's been like this every since the two month tour finished. My dad broke his promise and didn't come back, so my mom went for a drive to go and have a talk, well more of a yell at him for not coming to see me. On the way she had a minor car crash...who's car surprise, surprise Peter's car. They dated for a while and then decided to move in. I was happy at the time because Peter seemed really nice. At the beginning he would just drink and yell, but then he got violent and started beating my mother, soon moving onto me. We tried running away but he just keeps finding us; he said if we did it again we wouldn't be so lucky next time, in other words he would kill us.
My mother hated putting me through this, but there was nothing she could do and I knew that. So, I got along living my life, telling people I didn't have a father I looked so much like my mother it wasn't funny. I got away with it at the time, and anyway, if I told people the media would go crazy and people would just want to be my friend so they can meet my "dad", and I didn't want that so it's my little secret.
I got up had a quick shower got dressed, dried my hair, put on my jumper, grabbed my bag and some lunch, kissed my mum on the cheek and ran out the door towards school. Luckily, I had my Ipod so I pretty much listened to that the whole way to school. I walked into the school hearing sniggers from all the popular people in the school. I only had two friends: Billie (a.k.a Angie) & Jimmy (a.k.a Russell). His middle name is James so I call him Jimmy. They both weren't here as they were sick, I knew 'cause they rang me up and told me. I hated being alone for the entire day, it goes by a hell of a lot slower than normal, then again I am getting used to being alone. I sighed and got my books out of my locker and put them in my bag, shut my locker door and got to class just as the bell rang. We can skip the entire day of school; as of course it's as boring as hell or even worse. I trudged home in the rain, my freakin' Ipod ran out of power. I knew I was in deep shit when I got home, as I never EVER paid attention in class and was failing every subject except music. I walked up to the front door, took a deep breath and walked inside to hear Peter and mom yelling about my report card...
"WELL, MAYBE YOU SHOULD STOP HITTING HER SHE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"
*SLAP*
"YOU'RE BOTH MY PROPERTY, I CAN DO WHAT I WANT," he said, his voice filled with rage. Then he turned around and saw me.
"Well well well , what do we have here?" he said in a mocking tone.
"Umm..." I said, my voice trailing off.
"YOU'RE FAILING AT SCHOOL!" he said with his icy cold, blue eyes turning to a dark, death stare, black color.
"Umm, yeah," I said quietly.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?"
"I said umm, yeah," I said in his mocking tone, not really knowing what I was doing until it was to late he hit me over the head and I passed out.
I woke up in a white room, which I soon realized to be the hospital. I never really liked hospitals, it gave me the creeps and made me depressed because of all the people dying. The doctor walked in and looked at me like he was really surprised and said "You're awake."
I just stared at him oddly and raised my eyebrows, "Ok, pretty dumb question." he said, "You're obviously awake. So, how are you feeling?" he asked me.
I just nodded my head and shrugged my shoulders.
"Good then," he said, his voice getting a bit sadder by the minute, well second but who's counting?
I grabbed a pen and paper on the side table next to me and asked when I could go home, and if I could have a mirror to look at the bruises on my face. I also asked where my mom was. I ripped it out of the book and gave it to him and he stared at it for a minute before saying, "You can go home now, we just have to get you signed out ok?" he said trying to smile but not really working.
He got up, walked out of the room and came back with a mirror. One of the mirrors with a handles, not an actual full length mirror.
"Here you go," he said handing the mirror to me. I looked at myself in the mirror and my eyes nearly fell out of the socket, literally. I looked completely black and blue and purple all over, I was scared shitless. I must have taken a bloody good beating. I looked at the doctor, waiting for him to tell me where my mom was...
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