Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 73153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
I squeezed my eyes shut as nausea swirled in my belly and fear crept up my spine. Why couldn't he just have been gone like I'd thought he was?
"Go. Home,” I snarled at Kaleb.
I slammed the door closed in his face and turned to face my dad as he came down the hallway. He was still naked from his time spent with me, and I forced myself not to cringe or cry as I quickly remembered what he had done to me only a little while ago.
"It was no one," I told him, keeping my eyes fixed on his hairy chest. "Someone was asking me if I had seen their cat,” I lied.
He nodded, buying it easily enough. I breathed a slight silent sigh of relief. "Your mother should be home in a little while. Clean yourself up,” he commanded.
I nodded and rushed down the hall to my room, desperate to get out of his presence. Besides, if my mom wasn't home yet, maybe I could actually accomplish what I had been trying to do for three years now.
I forced the pills down my throat.
Chapter Two
She came home right after I swallowed the pills.
Almost as if she knew exactly what I had done, she had come straight into my room once she walked in the door and forced me to throw up all the pills I had swallowed.
I leaned my back against the bathroom wall as I stared up at the ceiling, thinking of just how much I hated my mother while angry tears slid down my cheeks.
Not only had she stopped me from leaving this fucking awful life once again, but she had also taken and hidden every single method I had of killing myself.
Please, someone—something—anything, give me the strength to make it through this shit.
My parents were at work already the next morning when I woke up for school, and I was too sore to get up and move after my father had taken his anger out on me yet again when he had gotten up for work.
I fucking hated my life.
I stared down at my hands which were bruised and slightly swollen, two of my fingers pulled out of their sockets from fighting against him that morning. He hadn't taken too kindly to that, which resulted in my hands being in the state they currently were in.
I pushed my fingers back into their sockets with a grunt of pain and flexed them, only wincing a little at the pain that flared through my hand and up my arm. I swear, it was a miracle that none of my bones were broken.
My head jerked up when I heard the house phone ring in the hallway, and I forced myself to get off the floor to answer it, knowing it was going to be my dad telling me I had better go to school today.
Though how the fuck I was expected to walk all the way across town to get to school in this condition was beyond me.
I instantly picked up the phone when I got to it in the hallway. "Hello?" I asked, forcing my voice to come out strong despite how weak my father always made me feel.
"Tracey, make sure you go to school today,” my dad's gruff voice came through the line. I swallowed hard. "You'll be in a lot of trouble if you don’t,” he warned quietly.
I squeezed my eyes shut as fear rushed through my veins. I would get to that damn school even if it killed me to do so. "Yes, sir.”
He hung up the phone without another word, and I sighed, placing the house phone back down on the receiver, forcing myself to go to my room to get a shower. After getting out, I got dressed in a pair of dark wash jeans and a long sleeve shirt paired with a black scarf and black boots. I coated the bruises that I couldn't hide on my neck with a shit ton of make-up and then put gloves on my hands to hide the bruises and the swelling.
Blowing out a deep breath as I stared at my reflection in the mirror, I counted to ten and headed to school.
As I walked into the school parking lot, I quickly picked up the sound of sneakers slapping against the pavement, the sound drawing closer to me. I swung around in fear, and out of instinct, I prepared my body to defend itself. However, once I saw that it was just Kaleb, I forced my body to relax as much as possible, not wanting him to see how much he had just frightened me.
Being frightened because someone was coming near you wasn’t normal.
He stopped right in front of me, his breathing calm even though he had just run across the school parking lot as if he were running a marathon.