Take My Hand

Laila's POV

Drawing my breath inward sharply, I felt the impact of the blow I just received. It was nothing out of the ordinary but it still hurt nonetheless. My dad yelled some more, hit me a few more times, and finally went downstairs to collapse into a drunken sleep. Ever since my mom left us when I was six, my dad drank all the time, could only hold a job because it was computer work, and in the past four years had started abusing me. I never thought I'd be the one in this kind of situation since I was quiet, shy, and never really seemed to have family problems. After all, even my dad has his good moments, and he hadnt started abusing me until freshman year, which made the transition that much harder. I was not only starting at the highschool, but it was a good four times bigger than my middle school. I would've been able to handle that but my dad made us move less than a month before school started so I wasn't even going to the highschool I grew up around. Not bothering to change clothes, I went to bed, knowing I'd feel this night's abuse in the morning.

My alarm went of repetitively until I could ignore it no longer. I finally dragged myself out of bed for the last day before the weeklong break I was looking forward to, winter break. There really went mifj otbq point to it, but any break from that hellhole was welcome. I'd probably spend my week at the library, reading anything they'd let me check out and listening to music as loud as I could get away with. I threw on the first clean shirt I came to, a My Chemical Romance shirt, and left on my black skinnies from yesterday. It wasn't like anyone would notice, and I had about 9 pairs so anyone remotely curious could be satisfied by that fact. I checked my clock. 7:13. I was gonna be late if I ate breakfast this morning so I just brushed my teeth, did my best to style my hair, and applied a thick layer of eyeliner in hopes that my black eye from 3 days ago was healed enough to be hidden by eyeliner. I grabbed my backpack and silently headed downstairs and out the door, thankful that my dad was still passed out on the couch. As I began my long walk to school I put in my headphones and started blasting Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge, one of my favorite albums. I still had trouble getting over MCR's breakup but I had bigger fish to fry today, like getting through the day.

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