I let out a cry as he punched me into the locker "YOU STUPID SLUT! HOW DARE YOU LOOK AT HIM" I look down "I-I'm sorry, I d-didn't mean to..." I look around frantically looking for SOMEONE in the hallway only to find it empty. He gripped my wrists and looked me dead in the eyes filled with pure anger "I don't have time for this! We'll deal with this tomorrow" I watched as he let go of my wrists and turned around storming off. I sighed and held my face 'I'll probably have a bruise tomorrow' I thought. I put my back up against the lockers and slid down.
'This is what I get for trusting the wrong people huh? I deserve this.' I pulled my knees to my chest crossing my arms above my knees putting my chin on them. I watched as my long curly rosewood hair fell off my shoulders and onto the white tile floor. 'I should probably go and see if their are any hand prints on my face. I don't want teachers asking questions' I huffed and pushed myself off the floor. I started walking down the hall, passing a few doors before reaching the bathroom.
As soon as I was in the restroom I looked in the mirror at my reflection. I looked in the mirror with disgust. My redwood curly hair fell right below my waist, my light brown eyes with their long black lashes, and my dark eyebrows and small round nose made me want to puke. On top of that Nate's hand print was almost as red as my hair. I hated the way I looked and the large red handprint didn't make it better. I was so basic, nothing about me stood out. I sighed 'I need to head back to class before the bell rings so I can grab my bag without being shoved around a million times.'
I walked out of the bathroom making my way back to class. I decided I'd just keep my head down as usual to keep people from asking questions, that's the last thing I need right now. I walked into the classroom and grabbed my bag throwing it over my shoulders. Just then the bell rang, I scurried out of the class making my way to the back exit that led to the woods. Surprisingly I made it out without being shoved once, at least one thing went well today. I crossed the parking lot to the woods. Walking home is a daily routine for me, I know these woods inside and out. I also don't mind walking home, it keeps me out of the house and in shape.
Seemingly the walk back to my house is 3 hours away. Anything that gets me out of my house is a gift. Everyday my parents are screaming and yelling at each other. And if it's not at each other it's me, 99 percent of the time I don't do anything. I sighed wondering what the hell I'm gonna walk into today, when all the sudden I heard a low growl coming from behind me. I stopped in my tracks and turned around slowly only to find a small coyote growling at a bird. I giggled and crouched down "hey little thing, where's your mommy at? She didn't leave you did she?" The coyote flipped its head in my direction. It sat in front of me with its tail wagging, I stood up and walked closer to it.
I crouched back down and reached out my hand to pet it. But before I could the coyote gave me a big slobbery lick on my left hand. "Hey! That's gross" I giggled out and started wiping it on my black leather jeans. After I was finished wiping the slobber off I ruffled it's fur between its ears and turned around walking off. I glanced behind me to see the coyote whimpering "sorry, I have to get home... if I'm one minute latter than usual I'll get my ass handed to me" I smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow maybe" I turned back around jogging off this time.
Knowing I most likely should hurry, I exited the woods seeing my house in the distance I sighed with relief. I crossed the road and grabbed the key out of my leather jacket and stuck It in the keyhole twisting it I realized it was unlocked. I frowned and looked in the driveway, I saw my fathers blue ouch-buggy and a black beat up Chevy and mentally slapped myself. How the hell didn't I notice his car in the driveway? And who the hells truck is that? I pulled out the key and put it back into my pocket I twisted the door knob and walked in looking around for my father.
He wasn't it the living room, I walked and took a left looking in the kitchen/dining room. I saw my father and a short but buff guy next to him having a conversation. He reminded me of a meatball. They stopped talking and my fathers along with the mans eyes landed on me. My father smiled "ah, Daciana your home. How about you have a seat" it was more of a statement than a question, so I did as I was told. I was confused on why he was smiling. Especially toward me, he despises me. "Daciana this is Elijah, he's here to take you to his home." My mouth dropped "f-father what do you mean?"
My father scoffed while standing up, pointing down at me "don't be rude, girl. You should be happy that a man like him would be even the slightest bit interested in you! Now get your ass up and grab your things together!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I knew that my parents were evil, but I didn't think they'd go this far... "why?" I croaked out. "What girl?" My father asked confused. I stood up fueled with anger "why? Why are you doing this?" I asked slamming my hands on the table and tears streaming down my face.
My father chuckled darkly throwing his head back and then looked at me with a dead serious face "apparently a hideous creature like you, is worth quite a fortune" his jaw clenched. "Now go do as your told little girl! Or you won't like the outcome of what I'm about to do next" a lump formed in my throat as I walked upstairs to my bedroom. I slammed the door shut and locked it. I took off my school bag and put it on my bed grabbing all my school stuff and tossing it on the floor. Instead I started to fill my bag with my few clothes that I had and hygiene stuff.
After I finished packing I grabbed a piece of paper off my nightstand and a pen and scribbled on it. 'Dear father, I have decided that I'd rather die then be sold off to a stranger, just to be another slave. I wouldn't bother looking for me since you won't succeed. I hope you and mother well, even after all you did to me. I have enough kindness in my heart to forgive you, but if anything like this occurs again. I won't, instead I will get even. Love your only daughter, Daciana Moon.'
I dropped the pen next to it and slid open my window. I heard a knock on my door but ignored it, they started to bang repeatedly. I dropped my bag out of the window first and squeezed out of the window after. I landed with a loud thud and a grunt. Pain started spreading all through my body quick as lightning. "Shit" I grunted out that definitely knocked the wind out of me, I noted. Holding my rib, I scrambled up feeling pain start to surge again even worse all over me. I grabbed my bag ignoring the pain it brought and turned to my left, making my way to the front of my house.
Just as I was about to cross the street, the front door flung open just to reveal a pissed off father. My father. I started to run but it soon turned into a short one. Instead I started to limp, trying to make my way to the woods. My father darted at me I only made it half across the street before he tackled me slamming my head on the concrete road in the process "you stupid bitch! I need that money!" I let out a scream of pain and fear. He held me under him by my throat being squeezed between his large hands.
I started to squirm around trying to get released but to of no use. I felt my eyes started to roll to the back of my head. 'No! Not like this! I will not go down like this' I quickly elbowed him in his nose, he let go of me to hold it. I took that as my chance to get away. I scrambled up and was about to run off before he grabbed me by my ankle causing me to fall. I yanked my foot out of his grasped and kicked him as hard as I could in the face causing him to scream in pain. "YOU BITCH!"
I got up again and darted off into the woods, by the time I was about 25 feet from the woods I saw my father standing at the edge of the road with anger. Without another thought I took off running to my right, not in the direction of my school but deeper into the woods. Theirs a bigger area of woods that way, I thought. I'll be safe from them at least.
I was running and limping with pain and it felt like this went of forever. I didn't want to stop. I didn't want him to find me, I didn't want to go back their. I had nothing back their for me anyways. I started to loose my breath so I paused to breathe better. I was huffing trying to take as much air as I could when I heard a growl coming from my right. This time, the growl wasn't playful nor happy. Whatever this growl was coming from, wanted to spill blood.