I'm so tired. This part-time job takes the last of my strength. My arms ache, my back hurts. There's an algebra test tomorrow, and I'm not ready for it at all. No, I've never had any problems with studying. Now, just because I have been working here for two months, there is simply not enough time to study. Would you say that washing floors is easy? I'll laugh in your face! Try scrubbing five floors of an office building from six in the evening to eleven at night.
Ask why a sixteen-year-old teenager needs this? The answer is simple. I have only an uncle from my family. My parents died when I turned eight-they crashed in a car accident. And my uncle, like, so kind, took me in. Yeah, very kind. It's just that I, as a child who has not reached the age of majority, receive a certain amount for the loss of breadwinners, that is, parents. That's what we live on. My uncle drinks, beats me, punches me, and I walk around in rags that the neighbors give away. Life is not sugar ... and I don't care. I'll break through. The main thing is to finish my studies well, and then I will apply for a grant, and areviderchi, uncle.
But, nevertheless, the main reason that I got a part-time job is that recently beatings from my uncle have become more frequent. And if only he... lately, Alex's company from our neighborhood has been beating me up a lot. Bruises almost do not go away, and if they do, it takes three weeks or even more. I read somewhere that if there is a lack of vitamins, wounds and bruises heal longer. And as a result, the development of frequent hematomas, abrasions is possible. Not only can all this lead to blood poisoning, but memory and mental activity also deteriorate. So I decided I needed the money. I can't joke with my health, I still need to finish school properly.
- I'm at home, - I didn't hear an answer.
Quietly opened the door... if only he was asleep. On tiptoe, he began to make his way to his room. Funny, I could probably become a spy. I walk so quietly and do other things around the house that sometimes I can't be seen or heard at all.
- Come here, - Uncle evil.
What the hell happened? Where did I mess up again? I have a tendency to get into trouble.
- Yes?
I go into the kitchen. Uncle is sitting at the kitchen table, and in front of him… Damn, he found my vitamins! It is urgent to come up with an excuse.
- You bastard, you got a job and didn't tell me anything? - uncle got up and hovered over the table. Already drunk. Damn, that's too bad. - Decided that you can hide this from me?
- Who… Who told you that?, - I backed away. I know what's coming.
- Alex and his company saw you leaving the office building. They approached the guard and asked who you work there. – Damn, I should have settled away from home. I'll be smarter next time.
- I need these vitamins. The bruises that you and Alex's company leave don't go away for a long time. I began to study worse. I really need them.
- Who cares about your bruises? A man has to endure pain,- my uncle got up from the table and began to slowly approach me. - Although, what kind of man are you? A natural woman, - on the last word, I'm already flying into the corridor opening, demolished by his blow. I'm falling. Okay, it's better to lie down now. - Although, you know, it's good that you got a job. You're going to give me all the money, do you understand? - a kick in the stomach. I bend over, bite my tongue.
- Yes, I understand.
You can't get up.
- And now, go get me a drink, and grab a snack, - uncle walks away.
- But they won't sell me, and it's too late to go- why can't I keep my mouth shut? I get another kick, my breath catches. I'm trying to take a breath, it's hard.
- Did you misunderstand me? - Uncle squats down and looks at me point-blank.
- No, I get it. I'll go now.
- That's all right, - Uncle finally goes to the kitchen.
I stand up carefully. How everything hurts… Achereno rested. I'd like to kill this Alex's gang for their chatter! I put on my shoes and went to the stall where they were selling me drinks, and even then, out of pity. A very kind grandmother works there.
After walking only two yards, I heard the laughter of Alex's henchmen behind me. After a quick look around, I take off. So, the saving arch between the houses is already close. I run into it and realize that I was late: they saw me. I don't have time to run out of it as they grab me by the collar and press me against a dirty rough wall.
- Oh, is our chick walking? - I hear Alex's snide voice and the neighing of his motley company. And why a chick? Because I really look like a girl. No, not the face, but the body: thin, thin-boned, short.
- Alex, let go. I really need to hurry. Uncle is tearing up and throwing up, by the way, because of you. - I'm trying to get out of his hands, but I can't do anything.
- Well, no! We didn't finish last time! - Oh, no, not that!