No place like hell

I lay awake, listening out for any tiny sound made in preparation for the usual goodnight routine.The clock read 10.28pm,i could never sleep when i knew my father,Simon,wasn't back and a sleep himself,even if i tried my mind wouldn't let me,it would just play back all the other nights me and Simon spent together and it sending shivers down my spine.

I heard the front door slam shut,forcing me out from my nightmare day dream and into my nightmare reality and my eyes dart to the clock that said it was 10.30pm,just like him,being spot on.My hearing heightened as i listened closely to his movements downstairs,hoping that he would just shuffle up the steps and into his room to sleep off his drunken state.But i'm not that lucky,God has never looked down on me any other time I've been in the depths of hell so i don't know why he would help me now.

I heard the floor boars start to creak and i froze, holding my breath so that no sound can escape.He finally reaches the top of what seemed like minutes or hours of ascending the stairs until i see the light vanish from under the door,i knew he was standing outside and a tear escapes my eye,burning my checks and i slam my eyes shut thinking i could make everything and everyone vanish and leave me alone.The door knob starts to turn and i quietly whisper a prayer under my breath as fear and panic pump through my veins and i could feel by heart pound against my ribcage,surprised that it didn't break from the pounding.

Light started to fill the room from the hall way and although my eyes were shut i could sense him standing there.After a movement i heard his footsteps on my bedroom floor as he moved closer to my bed and my hands started to clench into a tight fist,cutting the skin on my palm and blood trickling onto the bed sheets. He loomed over me as he slowly leaned down and crushed me under his muscular body, thanks to his countless hours spent at the gym, if he wasn't beating me he was beating a punch bag. I felt his hand slide up my legs and i couldn't keep my breath in anymore and began to whimper as more burning tears streamed down my cheeks.I don't try to fight him anymore,fighting only make it worse and prolong the torture as he pounded into my innocence.

"Please" i had whispered, unaware of my mouth being able to move without my command."I don't ... please don't" i begged and begged hoping that tonight he would act like a normal, caring father and tuck me in and kiss me goodnight then leave to sleep on his own.Before another word could escape he had tightly gripped my mouth,his nails deepening into my cheeks mixing the blood with my tears as my screams became muted moans.

I don't remember what time i had passed out,but i was grateful that i didn't have to witness the events of last night through till the end.I sat up to turn my alarm off and winced, it felt as though an elephant was sitting on my stomach.I lifted up my top and saw the reminders of last night, my slender waist covered in bruises making my stomach black,red and blue.Struggling through the pain i turned off the alarm that was telling me it's 6.30am and i need to get a ready for another day at school.

I staggered out of bed,stumbling past my discarded covers,pants and underwear to the small bathroom next to my wardrobe.My hand froze as i reached for the door handle as an unfamiliar person looked back at me in the corner of my eye,it was my reflection.My averages looks where drowned by abuse of last night,cheeks red from the possible slapping that might of occurred once i passed out and a little scab on my defined jaw from Simon's deep grasp on my mouth. My voluptuous pink lips a little puffy from the vicious kissing, then my light emerald eyes, what i think my best feature usually pretty and far too big for my slender but curvy, 5ft5 body.They were swollen and red from the overflow of tears i had cried, both awake and unconscious.I shook my head to bring myself back to reality and focus on getting to school.

I got out of the shower and started on covering up marks.Although the situation wasn't ideal i was happy that Simon has learned to only harm me in places that i can cover up,even if i don't want him to touch any part of me at all!!As I searched through my wardrobe i took out matching black underwear,short denim shorts with tights and black tank top. I brushed and curled my hair then focused on applying concealer to cover up the marks on my face and a little mascara.Unless i had to cover up the abuse i never really wore much make up,i had naturally clear and pretty face. Not like i'm vain,just the countless stairs and wolf whistles i would receive off fellow classmates confirmed this.I finished by putting on my leather jacket,making sure my bruised wrists were covered also.

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