Suffer In Silence

*Dakota's POV*

*20 minutes later*

I walk through the front door, trying to be quiet so I can get to my room unnoticed... "Dakota Pike where the hell were you?!?!"... Fuck, so much for unnoticed. "I-" I start, but am cut of by a harsh slap to the face. fucking OW... bitch... "I called you 10 FUCKING TIMES you devil child!", she rages on. "What? think you're too good to answer the fucking phone now? huh?" she continues, pushing me to punctuate each sentence. "I'm sorry, my phone must still be on silent..." I say quietly, looking down to avoid seeing the hate in my mothers eyes.

My eyes tear up as I recieve another, much harder slap to the face, that ones going to bruise,fuckingperfect. "enough! I told you to turn the sound back on after school, whats your pathetic excuse this time?". Still looking at the floor, I murmer, "I forgot...", I close my eyes, waiting for the blow that I know is coming. I clutch my stomach, doubling over in pain, after she punches me right in the middle, barely missing my belly ring. "Now get the fuck into your room you little cunt!, no fucking dinner... NOW!". I make my way to my room as fast as I can, still clutching my stomach.

As soon as my door is shut I collapse onto my bed, and curl up into a tight little ball. Fuck this hurts.... One by one the tears start to fall, and soon they are flowing freely, and silently, down my face and onto my pillow. I make no sound, knowing that if I'm caught crying, I'll REALLY be in for it.... After about 5 minutes I'm finally calm enough to get up, I go over and stand in front of my wardrobe doors mirror. Lifting up my shirt I inspect the damage, the bruise is already forming, and theres a cut, must have been wearing that big ring, I think.

Next I look at my face, my left cheek bone has a bruise starting to cover it, gonna have to cover that with foundation tomorrow. I sigh, I hate putting on foundation, I only use it when this shit happens... Or on special occasions, but thats it. FUCK....p.e. tomorrow..hopefully I'll be able to get out of that.... I smile when I hear a sound I didnt realise I was listening for... My little cat Bella is letting out inquisitive little meows, asking for in. As soon as I've quietly opened the door, she bounds in and brushes delicately against my legs. God I love her, she always knows when I need her, and comes to give me comfort.

I pick her up and carry her over to my bed. Once I'm curled up around her, I pull the blanket over us and cover her little face in soft kisses. She purrs happily and begins kneading my stomach, which hurts, but I dont mind. After only a few minutes my eyes begin to get heavier and heavier, I fall into a troubled sleep, only to wake up several hours later in a cold sweat. As soon as she notices me wake up, little Bella begins purring and kneading again, instantly calming me down, I fall back asleep...

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I wake up with a start, to my alarm clock rudely telling me to wake up. I groan and press SNOOZE. But sleep is not in the cards for me, Bella jumps on my chest, loudly meowing in my face to be fed, fucking cat. I stiffly get up, groaning in pain, and shuffle over to the door. The second i open it she runs out. A small smile graces my lips as I watch her rush over to the food bowl, she immediately digs in like theres no tomorrow. Sighing, I close my door and painstakingly get dressed for school. Chucking on my pants first, then a thin, form hugging white long sleeve to go under my school shirt. I'm so glad that we're allowed to wear shirts or singlets under our school shirts -as long as their plain, and white-, makes it easier to hide my scars and bruises. Once I've finished getting ready, the rest of my uniform on, my hair now in a loose ponytail, and some light make-up on to cover the bruise, I'm ready to go. I quickly rush around taking care of the animals, trying to ignore the pain, then I'm out the door before anyone else is even up.

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The laughter is ringing in my ears, the girls keep looking as me and laughing... I don't know why, I don't look any worse than usual.... I think... I hate this fucking class, I can't do maths to save my life. After 30 more excruciating minutes the bell finally rings. Before they can corner me to ask ridiculous questions, made to make me look bad and feel like an idiot, I have my shit packed and I'm rushing to my next class... music. I love music, it's my favourite class. No one picks on me in this class, thank fuck.

"Now today we will be singing a song, it's called 'Time of Your Life', by the band Green day", my teacher informs us. She's awesome, we all call her Miss Lolli, cos shes always humming that song.... Sunshine, lollipops and rainbows, I think it's called. Her actual last name is Phillips, but she likes our nickname for her... Halfway through the song, the classroom door opens and in walks a girl, I've seen her around school a few times, Sandra, I think her name is, didn't know she was in this class... huh.

"Sorry miss, I only just got to school, my rides car broke down, we were stuck for hours waiting for the fucking tow truck guy", she explains, to an amused looking Miss Lolli. "language, Sandra, now go pick a seat, we're halfway through 'Time of Your Life' by Greenday, you'll have to share a lyric sheet with another student". Sandra heads down the class and takes the seat next to me. "hey", she says, scooting her chair closer to me so we can share. "hey", I squeak out, unable to make my voice work. Miss Lolli presses play and the song continues, the class singing along to the words........

Notes

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Chapter title credit goes to: All Time Low - Therapy

(and the second chapter is now up again too)