BPOV (Beverly's POV)
I woke up to my head pounding like hell. I could feel it throbbing against my skull.
I quickly took some headache medicines and swallowed them dryly. I am actually used to swallow medicines without water because Flint only gives a mug full of water only once a day.
"Ugh!!"I groaned. That crying really got me nowhere. I stretched in my bed and sat up straight. I looked around my room. It was really small but somewhat cute. (Picture of the room given above). The room was literally so tiny that if I stand in the middle of the room with my arm's outstretched I would be literally able to touch my sidewalls and I am not even exaggerating.
Yes! That freakin small. Maybe I have long hands or the room itself is that small, I don't know.
But at least I can say that even Harry Potter in Philosopher's stone had a better life than me. I get meals only twice a day that too only some dry stale bread and onion soup. My life is no better than a prisoner.
Anyway, enough of me ranting...
I make my bead and go to the bathroom to clean up. If you are wondering why I can't drink the water from the bathroom believe me I tried and let's say that did not end well. I take a bath in my shower which is attached to my room and the fun fact my bathroom is even smaller than a public toilet. Wow, my life really sucks.
I quickly change into some black hoodie and jeans. The hoodie is way too big for me but whenever I wear it I feel so safe and cozy. Also, the hoodie is big enough to hide my bruises and scars.
After changing, I take out my hidden mirror. The room has no mirrors so this was only it.
The mirror itself was beautiful. It had a tiny golden design carved delicately on t. It was pale pink. The mirror looked as if it came directly from a fantasy story itself.
But the most special thing about this is that this was my mom's. She passed it down to me after she died. Since then, I kept it as a precious treasure.
I see a girl looking back at me from the mirror. Her eyes were swollen and red. Her nose also showed a tinge of red color. Her hair looked like a disaster. Her skin was ghostly pale. Her lips were dry and chapped. The girl in the mirror looked so pathetic and vulnerable that I was not able to look at her.
Only the thing is the girl in the mirror was me.
I hide the mirror deep in my closet and sigh. I take out my I- pod to distract myself from the current situation. I plug in my earphones and sit on my peering outside the window. Slowly the song 'Princess doesn't cry ' fills my ear.
I have the habit of sitting in my bead and then pressing my hand against the window and behave as if I am in a music video. Who is guilty of this? I sure am.
I silently zoned out thinking how the song feels as if made for people like me. I was pulled out of my thoughts with a pounding on my door. I internally groaned.
I quickly went and opened the door of my room to see Flint (My abusive 'boyfriend' cum my to be husband) I gagged in my mind about Flint being my husband. Unpleasant thoughts go away. *poof*
"What took you so long" Flint roared. Also, guess what Flint is not a morning person. I bet you didn't see that coming.
"Um, sorry" I muttered. What was I supposed to say?' I was bungee jumping in my tiny room'?
He rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"We are going to my friends for some time. Pack the things required. We will leave in one hour. If you are late I will beat you so much that you won't be able to talk for a solid 10 days. Got it?"
I was thinking that threat sounds sooo cliche. Right?
I nodded. He then came forward and pinched me hard on my arm.
"Ouch!" I yelped. I saw that a red welt was forming on my arm.
"That's for opening the door late" He grumbled satisfaction lacing his tone.
"Get ready in one hour" He commanded.
"Yes," I whispered.
"Yes?" He asked menacingly.
"Yes sir," I said.
"Good" With that he left the room banging the door shut on my face.
I felt one big tear rolled down my cheek.
"I am escaping this hell and that monster today no matter what "
I said to myself.
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