Eternal Mate: Healing You Novel – *Ring-* I got up as fast as I could and tried to stop the alarm clock from ringing a second time if I wake up my father I would be 6 feet underground the moment he comes into my room. I change as fast as possible into my school uniform and got my jacket.
I only had one jacket so I took care of it. I speed walk out of my room as quietly as possible. Before I leave I have to make my father breakfast so I open the fridge and pull out eggs. I quickly turn on the stove and scramble them on the pan and then poured it on a plate and left it next to his beverage a beer.
I don’t get any breakfast according to my father only people that behave get food. Flashback “Daddy, can I get food?”7-year-old Lily asked. “No, don’t get anything if you want to eat something go find dirt and eat it and don’t burn the eggs next time you worthless girl so you better behave next time.”Yelled my “Father”. End of flashback I cringe as I remember what happened after I couldn’t walk for 2 days afterward because he hit me way too hard and in the end, my back was covered in bruises and I had 2 broken ribs.
After that, I vowed to never speak again and now I’m 17 so that’s 10 years without saying one word. I stopped talking not just because he hits me, but because every time I cried he would just hit me harder so if I didn’t make a sound it won’t be as bad. I leave his house and hurried to school I can’t be late or he would just get angrier. My back and legs were covered in bruises but I still had the will to walk to school.
I’m a loner at school and sometimes made fun of because I’m mute. I had no friends it was just me and the books I get from the library at school, and I hope my father doesn’t take that privilege away from me as well. I walk to the school building with my head down as the hoodie covers my most of my head because it was bigger than my small frame by not eating so well.
As I walk down the hall I heard laughter. Huh, I wonder how it feels to laugh it been so long that I forgot. I hurried to class which was English. Ahh, English I was always a bit happy in this class because no one bothers me, and because I get to read interesting things. After English, I had Art which was fun. I knew how to draw but I didn’t want anyone to see my drawings.