~Natalia
I W O K E UP with a start. My clothes were drenched in sweat and I was on the floor, sheets wrapped around my body. I blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the brightness of the light shining through my window. I yawned and stood up slowly, my back screaming in agony from yesterday's past event.
Flashback: Warning, this scene contains violence and abuse. Please do not read if you do not feel comfortable about this. I do not support abuse and violence. I am just writing about it. If you do not want to read this, scroll down until you see"~End of flashback.~"
I finished setting up my new room, observing all the new furniture. I'm glad we moved. It was horrifying where we lived. People would stay out late at night and get drunk with their friends. It was terrifying knowing that I was in danger. "Natalia, come down here now!" my father yelled. I sucked in a deep breath, knowing nothing good could come out of what was going to happen.
"Hurry up," he growled. Panicking, my hands started to tremble and I couldn't move. I knew that if I stayed up here any longer, I would get a much bigger punishment, but my legs couldn't move. "If you don't come down here, slut, I will come up to you. And you know things will get worse." Fear gripped my body. I couldn't move a muscle. "Alright, Natalia. You know this is going to be much more fun for me," he said sadistically. I small, but audible whimper escaped my lips.
My bedroom door opened, and my father had a cruel smile on his lips. "You know how this goes, whore," he said, his voice dripping with venom. I tried to move, but I couldn't. "Start moving, bitch!" he snarled. Finally out of a trance, I walked closer to him. "Now, be a good girl and take off your shirt. I will let you keep your pants on today because I am feeling happier than usual."
I quickly stripped off my shirt and chucked it on the floor. "Now lie down on the bed, slut," he said sadistically. I went to my bed and exposed my back to him. I could hear him taking his belt out. "You will get 10 lashes today because of your behaviour." "But what did I do-" "Why the fuck are you talking back to me bitch! That is another 5 lashes. Keep it up, and you'll only get more."
I whimpered, causing him to chuckle. I felt the stinging pain across my back. "You know what happens when you make sounds... you just get more lashes," he said as he brought his belt back on my back and I had to but my lip to keep from sobbing. "Only 13 more to go," he said. He whipped me harder than before, and a small but quiet whimper went past my lips. Thank goodness he didn't hear anything. As I was whipped the fourth time, I felt something wet run down my back, and I couldn't hold back anymore. I screamed.
"What did I tell you bitch! No noise. That's 5 more lashes for you." I stream erupted from my mouth yet again. I didn't know how much more of this I could take. I started slipping into and out of consciousness. "Suck it up, slut. I've only given you 8 lashes. You have 7 more to go." I cried and cried in agony as he brought his whip upon me - again, and again. Black dots clouded my vision. I distantly heard the sound of a cell phone and my dad talking. "You're lucky you got away this time, bitch," was the last thing I heard before I fell into unconsciousness.
~End of flashback~
Tears slipped down my face as I lived through the past event. Why couldn't I have a normal family? Everyone who cares about me is dead, and everyone alive hates me. I wish my mom was still here.
But she passed away on my birthday 2 years ago. I don't celebrate my birthday anymore, and I don't plan on doing so anytime soon.
Wiping away my tears, and opened my closet and winced when my back moved. I slowly removed my bra and I felt tears brim my eyes. My back was a mess of dried blood and scars. I wrap a towel around my body and head to the bathroom. I turned on the water and stepped into the shower, knowing my back was going to hurt like crazy.
I bit my lip, trying not to make a sound. I felt blood coming out of my lip. I banged the tiles, releasing my pain. My knuckles hurt like hell, but it would always be better than my back. After 30 minutes of rinsing, washing and stinging, I stepped out of the shower.
I dried my back carefully, watching for which parts were tender. I applied a soft, cotton material to help stop the bleeding. I quickly slipped into a loose shirt, not bothering to put on a bra. I can't put pressure on my back - it would be more painful and the blood would start to flow again.
I put on my blue jeans, which were one of my favourites.
I looked in the mirror and realized that the shirt showed a bit too much cleavage.
I checked the time and knew I wouldn't have time to change my shirt and get to school on time. I walked slowly, trying not to use my back too much. Instead of carrying my backpack on my back, and I held it in my hand.
I didn't feel like eating - but that was usual, as I haven't eaten a proper breakfast in 2 years. Most of the time, I skip it. If I'm hungry, I'd pick up a fruit and eat most of it.
I knew my dad was at work in the morning, which was good for me. I quickly left the house pulled out my phone. I went on google maps and typed in my destination.
Turns out, the school isn't as far as I thought it would be. It was only a 7-minute walk.
As I arrived, I looked around in awe. The school was huge.
It was beautiful.
I headed towards the main door, avoiding people as I went. I felt many pairs of eyes on me, which caused me to shiver.
I glanced around and looked for locker #205. When I finally got there, I opened it and was surprised by how clean it was. At my old school, there was usually food and gum in it. It was disgusting.
And then I felt a presence.
Everyone went silent. I turned around and I could now see why everyone stared in awe and jealously. 4 men walked into the school. The tallest one had wavy black hair, cold, blue eyes and a tanned face. His body was toned, and I couldn't help but stare. I quickly shook my head and looked to the next guy.
He had blond hair and sexy grey eyes. He wore a smirk on his face, along with an illegal jawline. He had high cheekbones and wore a fitted leather jacket. You could clearly see his muscles through it.
Then there was a guy with dark brown hair, beautiful green eyes, and a handsome face. He had this aura around him that drew you to him. I quickly removed myself from his trance, not knowing how I got there in the first place.
And then there was the last guy. He had light brown hair and gentle, brown eyes. He wore a white shirt that clung to his body like the rest of them.
They looked like Gods.
I turned around and put the rest of my belongings into my locker, trying to ignore the heated stares I felt. Next thing you know, someone nudged my back, causing a scream from my mouth. I felt wetness dripping down my back. Thank goodness my shirt was red.
I sobbed as my head connected with my locked. "Holy shit," I heard a deep voice say. My back was on fire. I cried and saw people around me in shock. "She's bleeding - a lot," I heard another deep voice say.
I fell to the floor. The pain was unbearable. I was lifted off of the ground and into someone's arms. They were careful and avoided touching my back.
"Just breathe, baby, I got you, I got you," a voice whispered into my ear. I buried my face into his neck and slipped out of consciousness.