Chapter 3
Madison Conner.
14:15 - College - USA - Washington.
At the end of the class, I sighed as I managed to draw a door representing my life. I didn't know if I could open it and go out, so I closed it out of fear.
My stomach was "rumbling," and at lunchtime, everyone went to buy food, but I stayed in the classroom to finish my drawing activity. It was better to stay in the classroom because I didn't have money to buy anything.
Haley left the classroom, and I finally felt a little better, but not even twenty minutes later, she quickly returned to the classroom, and I had to concentrate on my drawing so I wouldn't stare at her. But I could feel her watching me.
I started to collect my things in a hurry, I didn't want to get beat up again for taking too long. As I stood up quickly, I bit my lip too hard, which made my body ache even more; sitting for five hours was killing me.
"Are you okay? " Haley asked, seeing my pained expression.
"Yes, I'm fine. " I walked past her and down the steps.
Holding on! I tried to ignore her request but couldn't walk fast enough.
Why did she have to talk to me?
She grabbed my arm, "Did I do something to you? " I could see the confusion on her face.
I pull my arm out of her hand.
"Look, I'm not here to make friends, I just want to learn art and graduate, that's all. Please don't try to make friends with me, because I don't want to make friends. " I turned my back on her and walked away.
I'm sorry, Haley. But it would be better for both of us.
I saw the sign for the restroom, and I walked in, putting my backpack in front of the door and pulling down my pants with difficulty, noticing that my thighs were purple from yesterday's beating. I went to the sink to wash my hands and looked at myself in the mirror.
"I'm getting paler by the day." I muttered to myself.
I splashed some water on my face, left the bathroom, and walked down the steps and out of the college. I always looked at the ground out of habit, but I decided to look ahead and was shocked to see Hayley kissing a man.
My mouth almost fell open when I saw the man she was kissing.
Wow, he was so handsome.
He was tanned, tall, he was six feet tall, with broad, muscular shoulders, and wore a dark suit that fit his body perfectly. His hair was light brown, and I could see the color of his eyes, a very light brown.
He was a beautiful man. The two of them together were the most beautiful couple I had ever seen. He looked a little older than her though, he was around twenty-seven, I'm not sure.
I shook my head, trying to shake off these analyzing thoughts; I had to hurry and get home early. I headed back, trying to ignore the two of them on the way, but Hayley seemed to have other plans, because she called my name, and sadly, I had to turn around.
"See you tomorrow?" She asked me with a gentle smile.
Why did she still insist on talking to me? Haven't I already made it clear?
I noticed the man next to her looking at me, and his expression made me very nervous.
"Maybe." I said and walked away quickly, I didn't want her to talk to me again.
I tried to ignore the physical pain from walking too fast, I just didn't want to fall again, I felt like if I got hit one more time I might pass out. My body was begging for food, my head was tingling and I was hot, unfortunately, I couldn't take off my top.
I had to stop and rest for a while, my feet were hurting so bad I even felt a little short of breath, I took a few deep breaths and finally I could breathe again. I started walking slowly again, my feet were hurting too much and I couldn't go any faster.
"I just want to push through. " I whispered to myself.
How many minutes have I been walking? Ten minutes? Twenty minutes? I was tired, and my head hurt like it was going to explode.
Before I knew it, I was almost across the street when a car drove by, and I was startled by the sound of the car's horn.
"Watch where the fuck you're going! " the driver growled.
I was so scared that my heart stopped.
Oh, my God! I was so tired.
I was almost relieved when I saw that I had reached home, I was scared to go to that place, unfortunately I had nowhere to go and I didn't have any other relatives who could help me in this situation with my father. My neighbors know what happened to me and him, and of course no one will turn him in because he is involved in something he shouldn't be.
When I got home, I opened the door and froze in place when I saw him in the living room, a beer in his hand.
"I'm home, dad. " I said nervously.
I hurriedly looked at the small table in the center of the living room and realized he was sniffing the powder.
"If it isn't my daughter, the little whore. " I bit my lip as I watched him get up and walk towards me.
"Father." He slapped me, making me unbalanced and falling to the floor.
"Don't call me father! You killed my favorite woman!"
Tears came to my eyes, "I... "
He kicked me hard in the stomach, and I felt a metallic taste of blood in my mouth.
"You really shouldn't have been born. " He pulled my hair as hard as he could.
"Please. "
He slapped me again.
"Shut the fuck up. "
I couldn't stop the tears from falling down my cheeks.
"You're only alive because I want you to be! You're alive only because I want you to be! You'll be my maid and my punching bag for the rest of your life from the moment you're born!"
He let go of my hair and tightened his grip on my chin.
"You know what I can do to you?" He laughed.
"I can call my friends and have them fuck you whenever they want."
My eyes widen.
"No. ...... Please!" I begged, crying. "Please."
He smiled.
I couldn't take the humiliation any longer.
"Please, Dad, please don't." He smiled and let go of my chin.
"I could make so much money if you carried their baby, I would sell it on the black market ."
I wanted to throw up now.
He went back to the couch and grabbed his wallet.
"I'm going out, I'll be back tomorrow or today, I don't know." He approached me and smiled when he saw the state I was in.
"You're lucky you look like your mom or I would have brought all my friends to fuck your virgin pussy."
He left the house without a word, and I began to cry from the pain, humiliation, and fear.
Why? Why did this happen to me? I didn't want to be born, I didn't want
It took me a lot of effort to get up, put my hand on my stomach and walk towards my room. I trudged up the steps and almost fell down the stairs because my legs gave out on me, but I held on. I walked into my small room with only a bed, an old closet, and a study table.
I walked over to the bed and laid down, feeling a pain in my stomach and face.
I hoped he would never come back.
I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer and eventually passed out.