hey peoples!!! i decided to not let u wait any longer!!1 so here is chapter 1!!! i hope you like it
Chapter 1
Natalie’s Pov
“Yes, I said as I sighed a breath of relief. Dad wasn’t home yet so I’d get to rest before one of his “episodes”. He has an “episode” every Monday and Thursday at 5:00pm like clockwork. But then there were those days when he had to work late. Sure he would be even worse at, at…well you know, hitting me and my mom but at least I’d have rest. Quickly snapping out of my day dream I raced through the door mumbling a hello to my mom and going upstairs to my room. My mom never really said hello back but I had to say something.
It seemed that my mom was going to kill herself any second and that hello (even though a mumble) I believe brightens her day; at least a little bit. Lying on my bed I began to wonder. Wonder about all the endless possibilities of getting out of this situation. This horrible, horrible, very, very, sticky, icky, yucky situation!! I thought about this everyday knowing I had away out. But never thought it would help. Not realizing it, I fell asleep and was awoken by a truck door slam. Cringing I walked over to my window.
Seeing my dad’s truck I quickly got my flashlight, my cell phone put 911 on speed dial, turned the lights off, and hid in the closet. My dad always knew I hid in the closet but still took his time to look for me. He was as usual always drunk when he hit me and he liked to make a sick twisted game out of it.
Even through the closet walls I could hear my mom struggling. Gosh I hated this, the slaps across the face and multiple 4-letter words being called out. For some reason I always had 911 on speed dial, but never had the urge to call - no matter how much blood I had to clean up afterwards. In a matter of minutes I heard a loud thump. I also heard my dad calling my name. “Natty, Natty” I heard him say. Oh, I hated when he called me that it was just sooooo nasty the way he said it. Turning the flashlight off I crawled to the very back of my closet.
A second later I heard my bedroom door slam open and my dad walk in saying “Natty, oh Natty come out, come out where ever you are! Are you under your bed? Noooooo! Are you in your bathroom? Nooooooo! Are you in your closet…YES!!!! He pulled me out of the closet with a force sooo huge I hit the wall bruising my face. “How dare you hide from me, he’d say, you’re a naughty, naughty little girl!” Then BAM, a punch across my side; I withered in pain. “Stop”, I’d yell, “stop”! But he wouldn’t stop he’d just keep hitting me till I cried my eyes out. I would black out as usual and wake up the next morning late for school; because of me trying to fix my wounds so they would look like nothing ever happened.
Most of the time I got a detention but sometimes my teacher could see the sadness in my eyes and give pity. Today she gave that pity and just asked for me to come see her at the end of class. “Natalie”, Mrs. Morrow would say in her heavy British accent, “are you ok, I mean is something going on at home, you know I can help you.” I’d put on a fake smile and say “Mrs. Morrow everything is fine, I just stayed up late last night babysitting some twins that lived across the street.” Man, I hated lying, but if I told her my life would end as soon as my dad found out.
Walking home I put on my ipod headphones and just listened to “Who Will I Be” by Demi Lovato. As I was coming to my house I saw a big bus and three boys get out. “Hmm I said to myself I wonder who they could be?” After all I did just move into the neighborhood at the begging of this year. Also I never really got out much since I was always icing my wounds.
