Chapter 4

• Before I could think about anything else, Allan reached where I was and stood in front of me. His big and muscular frame looming dangerously over me. He raised his hand and I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes. Seconds later, I felt the all too familiar sting to my cheek. I looked down at the floor and clenched my jaw, trying to ignore the pain.
• He grab my hair roughly, forcing me to look at him. I whimpered in pain, because of how tight he grabbed my hair. He then slammed me against the wall on the right. I hit my head hard, before I fell to the floor, hitting my head again. My head began to throb with pain and my vision became spotty. I tried to regain consciousness.
• I began to scramble to my feet, when he kicked me to the floor again. He then began to continuously kick me. In my stomach, hip, leg and my back. I closed my eyes tightly to prevent the tears from falling. Finally, he stopped kicking me.
• "Now go to your room!" He gruffly said as he walked away, heading back to the kitchen.
• I got up off the floor weakly and quickly limped to my room. My body was in a lot of pain, but I ignored it. I couldn't risk him changing his mind and coming back for me. As soon as I reached my room, I went inside and closed the door behind me with the lock. I run to my bed and finally let the tears flow.
• I hugged my pillow close and cried. I didn't know how much more of this I could take.
• I didn't know how long I cried for, but the next thing I know, I fell asleep, hearing the sounds of my own hiccups.
• The next day, I woke up with a pounding headache. I stretched my sore limbs and went to take a shower. I turned the water to hot and went into the shower. I stood under the spray for five minutes, before I start to lather myself with soap.
• When I was done, I stepped from the shower and wrapped a towel around my body. I then went into my room to get ready. I got dressed quickly into jeans and a baby blue sweater. As I put on my sweater, I cringed at the black and blue marks on my stomach. The old ones beside it was starting to look dark and ugly.
• I then went over to my dresser to comb my hair. I run my hands through my brown hair and noticed that a big chunk was torn out from when Allan grabbed it yesterday. I caught my hair into a high ponytail in order to hide it.
• When I was done, I began to apply makeup. I applied a lot of foundation and powder on my cheeks to hide the marks that had now turned a darkish blue colour. Thankfully, when I was done, it wasn't showing. I had gotten so used to hiding the cuts, bruises and scars, that I had become a pro. Within fifteen minutes, I was ready for school.
• I heard Allan downstairs in the living room, so I sat on my bed and waited. He should be leaving for work soon. Well, I hope so because I didn't want to be late for school. I sat on my bed for ten minutes, when I heard the screeching of tires outside. I looked out of my window to see Allan's car speeding away.
• Yes! I thought to myself. I grabbed my school bag from off my bed and left my room. I ran down the stairs and left the house.
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• It was the second to last class of the day and I was in the gym locker room changing into my P. E uniform; which consisted of a red and black T-shirt and red shorts. When I was finished, I slipped on my white sneakers. I then went out into the gym to join the rest of my classmates.
• After a while, I saw Lucas. He walked up to stand beside me. He was in my P. E class. Our P. E teacher, Ms. Levy, finally walked up to us.
• "Okay class, Mr. Dunham's class will be joining us today. We are going to play a game of dodgeball. My class will go against Mr. Dunham's class." Everyone started to chatter in excitement. Ms. Levy clap her hands. "Alright, everyone do four laps on the court until Mr. Dunham's class get here."
• As usual everyone grumble in protest. Mostly the stuck up girls, who doesn't like to get sweaty. They were lucky we were only doing four laps. Normally, we do six to ten laps. Ms. Levy blew her whistle to indicate that we should start and stop the complaining.
• "Well, see you on the playing field." Lucas said to me as he take off running. I started to run as well with the rest of the class at a slower pace. I didn't want to use up all my energy. Although, I was used to this. Come on, I walk two miles to and from school every day.
• After a while, Mr. Dunham's class joined us and everyone finish up with their laps. We all gathered together and Mr. Dunham and Ms. Levy went over the rules of the game. I looked over to where Mr. Dunham's class stood and my eyes landed on Carson. He looked back at me and smirked. I shook my head and turn back to face the front.
• I didn't even remember that he is in Mr. Dunham's class. Occasionally, Ms. Levy and Mr. Dunham would join classes, so I've come to know the students in Mr. Dunham's class. I think I've only seen him twice though, because he'd skip most of the time.
• Ms. Levy and Mr. Dunham aligned the balls on the center line in the gym and then stepped back. My class stood on one side and Mr. Dunham's class stood on the next side. Ms. Levy placed her whistle into her mouth and blow it. As soon as the whistle sounded everyone run for a ball.