THUMP BANG SMASH!!!!

Those are the noises that would probably scare the hell out of you, especially early in the morning. They used to do that to me , but after hearing it almost all your life, you get a tendency of getting used to them. For that is my wake up call to get out of bed, get ready , and sprint off to the safety of school as fast as I can. Before I was the one getting there face bashed in down there. The one down there right now would be my mother at the hands of my horrid step father. He had never laid a hand on me, at least not in that way . If I give him what he wants, I will remain bruise less and unbattered, unlike my mother of course. With that thought in mind, I dashed to my closet to pick out an outfit. The noises and footsteps became even louder so I didnt have much time to decide. I ripped a pair of black Apple Bottom jeans and a purple and gold halter and raced to the bathroom. I quickly undressed and jumped in the shower a few seconds later.

After a nice shower ( for it was the only place in the house that blocked out the screams), I dried off, threw my clothes on, and went to do my hair. I looked at my long , shimmering brown sugar hair with honey blond streaks. I decided that I wouldn’t have to rush as much, because the footsteps went back down stairs. I parted a side swoop in the front and pulled the rest into a pony tail. I reached for my makeup kit and pulled out the eye shadow, mascara, and colored lip gloss. I applied some honey brown eye shadow, my usual black mascara, and lip gloss that made my lips look luscious. As I reached for the door to leave the bathroom, I heard my door forced open and knew it could only be one person. “Where the hell are you, you little whore?”, he yelled and before I could lock the bathroom door he came in and pushed me against the wall. "There you are, baby, he said as I cringed at the way he said the word baby. I knew what he wanted, because my stomach turned as the first time he said it that way to me 5 years ago. Each time utterly repulsed by the thought of what I had to do. He had kissed me and I was in no position to fight nor was I. I didn’t want to look how my mother possibly looked right now. "Dont worry, I see you all dressed and all so we wont do all that , yet . He left the bathroom and sat on my bed. Might as well get it over it , I thought. I knew what I had to do next so I took my usual kneeling position and prepared for the unavoidable task at hand.

When I was finally done with my abhorrent duty, he left in my room and I returned back to the mirror. I cleaned my face once again and reapplied my smeared make up. I came out of the bathroom and found my bag in the middle of the floor. The bastard had knocked everything out my bag, so I placed all my things back in When I was finished, I threw it on my back and, I was about to climb out the window. But I had already encountered my step dad and got him in a good mood so I decided to take the front door. As soon as I reached the last step, I saw my mother face down on the floor, still breathing but badly beaten. I was so appalled by the sight even though I have seen it so many times before. Seeing your mother bruised and brutally beaten was just one of those sights you never get used to. I noticed that she was struggling to breath, so I turned her over to make sure she was going to be okay. When I had finally got her body completely over, I saw purple bruises marking her stomach, a black eye, a bleeding nose, and a cut trailing her left cheek. One of her eyes were swollen shut and her lip was busted. I suddenly felt the tears flood my eyes. I usually never let this get to me , but never had it been this bad. I felt my heart break even more than it was. I didnt wish to piss my step dad off by my tears, especially when he saw why I was crying. He had caught me in a moment lke this once years ago, and threatened to do the same to me also. I tried to move out the door , so I could escape the indescribable horror tormenting my mind.But I just couldnt. I took a step towards the door, but it only resulted in my legs falling under me. At first I couldnt move, but once I heard my step dads heavy footsteps, my legs was suddenly moved with urgency.