Invisible Scars

Episode One

Chloe



My alarm went off when I woke up, but I was still experiencing pains throughout my body as I sat up.

After what that monster had done to me yesterday, my entire body ached. I sometimes think it would have been better if the Parker family hadn't adopted me because I might never have come across Ken Parker, that jerk.

I dragged myself out of my big pink bed and went to lock the door before using the restroom. Ken might just walk in at any moment, so I can't take any chances.

I undressed and stood in front of the big mirror in the bathroom, staring at myself. I looked awful. My blonde hair didn't even have its customary shine, and my grey eyes, which always show sadness that I try to hide, were completely drab.

Due to the regular beatings I take from Ken, I also have marks on my body— marks I try to hide from everyone and so far I have succeeded.

I let out a sigh and grabbed my sponge, lathering it with soap and making sure to scrub every inch of my body to wash the touch of that monster from me.

I emerged from the restroom clad in a towel after a short while. After removing my shower cap, I let my blonde, curly hair fall past my shoulders.

My skin was moisturized after I dried off. Fortunately, concealer always worked well for covering up the marks I get.

There was a knock on the door, and my chest quickly began to heave.

Ideally, it should be either Mom or Dad; please, not him.

The door was again pounded by a knock.

“Please let me in, dear sister.” It was the sound of Ken's voice.

My parents will ask why my doors are closed, and I won't be able to explain that it's because of their son, so I had to open the door. I took a deep breath as I realized that.

They believe that Ken and I get along well and work well together as siblings, but they are unaware of what he actually does to me when he has the opportunity.

I haven't told anyone about it because I dare not speak of it for fear that he will kill me. This breaks my heart because I desperately need to talk to someone about this, but I can't because Ken will hurt that person.

“Simply allow me to enter, little sister.” Again, he spoke.

I can't afford for him to beat me up again because he's going to kill me sooner or later if I don't let him inside.

I can't go to school on the first day of my senior year while still having the appearance of having been run over by a truck.

I took a deep breath and opened the door while still holding my towel tightly as I approached.

After pushing me aside and shutting the door, Ken entered the room quickly and with a frown.

“The door was closed; why?”He questioned angrily.

"I was taking, uh, a bath," I stumbled nervously.

“What did I mention about closing your doors?” He asked.

The last time I attempted to defend myself, I was severely beaten, and to make matters worse, my parents were away on a business trip. I wish I could do that now, but I can't.

Back then, Ken and I were the only two, and he made my life an absolute misery. Since I really do not want him to kill me, I rarely fight back when he abuses me in this way.

I was startled as he approached me and as he walked closer, he frowned. I stumbled backward into the bed as a result.

His fingers touched my arms, “I sincerely desire another taste of you.”

"No, no, no," I cried silently.

I caught his smirk. "When do I ever care what you have to say?"

He took off his pants while pushing me onto the bed.

"Ken!” I rebuked him.

“You better be quiet, remember that mom and dad are in the room, you wouldn't want them to find out about us too soon huh?”

He attempted to take my towel, but I resisted, resulting in a slap from him. I yelled as I received another slap on my face.

"Don't make me go through this the hard way.”

“Ken, please leave me alone!”

“Chloe, don't even think of trying to fight me and I’m not leaving until I’m done.”

My hands were violently held above my head by him as he took them. I detest when he calls my name with his disgusting mouth; I wish I could just kill him.

When he uses his disgusting mouth to call my name, I detest it. Wish I could just use my hands to kill him.

I gave him a murderous look, If only my eyes could kill him.

I tried to close my eyes and make him and everything else disappear, but nothing ever does.

I would have preferred to live a typical life and be adopted by a better family.

My adoptive parents do love me and take good care of me, but their jerk son is the exact opposite.

I bit my lips In order to keep from crying, which would have only made him angrier.

After completing his task, he got out of bed, grinned at me, and then left my room.

When will this suffering end? I cried as I sat up and hugged my knees to my chest. Why is life so cruel to me? Why? I am just a toy to him, a toy he can treat however he pleases.

Although I was still attractive, I never thought of myself as being the girl I used to be. I am no longer that girl. My heart was hurting; I have scars on my skin in obscure places, the only thing that reminded me of my former self is my face. I still see the same reflection when I look into the mirror although my fire has quenched, my will to fight is almost lost.

With my face covered in tears, I got to my feet. I went back to the bathroom and splashed water on my face in the hopes that it would clear everything up.

I gave up and took a bath for the second time instead, I could still smell the aftershave of Ken on my body and I find it repulsive. I couldn't help but scrub my body vigorously to get rid of his smell on me.

When I was done, I got out of the shower and headed back to my room. I pulled out a bottle of birth control pills from my drawer, swallowed some and hid it back.

Whenever Ken molest me sexually, I never forget to take bury control pills. Being a victim of s****l assault is bad enough but getting pregnant is far worse.

I walked over to my closet to look for appropriate attire.

I settled on wearing black underwear first, followed by a grey long sleeved shirt, black leggings, and black low cut vans. In order to conceal my bruises, I always make sure to wear long sleeves.

I looked at my face in the bedside mirror and debated whether to wear makeup.

Nah! I feel okay about how I look.

My blonde wavy hair is currently falling past my shoulders after I gave it a quick brush. In the mirror, I applied a little blush and grinned.

My grey eyes matched the color of my long sleeved hoodie. At least permit me to be joyful once, I grinned once more.

I grabbed my backpack and stuffed the majority of my writing supplies inside before putting it on my shoulders and leaving the room.

I took a slow descent before reaching the bottom of the stairs.

As my parents set the table in the dining room, I walked there to see them.

“Mom and Dad, good morning.” I greeted, my grin was very much in place.

“Have a seat, good morning, baby.”myon replied for both of them while dad focused on his newspaper he was reading, such an old fashioned man!

She set my breakfast in front of me after I sat down at the table.

Marshmallows. One of the foods that I hated and she knows it, anyway it turns out to be dad’s favorite which is bad luck for me.

"Thanks, mom," She caught my smile.

“Darling, drop the newspaper, it's time to eat, when you are done you can continue reading it.”

“Can I just finish this headline before dropping it–”

“No, drop it. Now!” she ordered.

“Okay, boss,” Dad called her, I chuckled at their childishness. They are so fond of each other and I sometimes envy that they weren't my real parents.

She sat at the dining table along with my dad, I watched them exchange tender looks.

By simply gazing into each other's eyes, they have been known to lose track of their location on occasions. They are deeply in love, but that love also rendered them oblivious to the idiotic adult that their son had become.

Dad stumbled over his fork. "Where's Ken? He's running late for family breakfast.”

"Chloe, dear, can you call your brother?” Mom requested.

As they said it, my throat constricted, so I grabbed my glass of water from the table and drank it in a hurry.

“Is something wrong dear? You look pale? my mother questioned.

I have no intention of calling Ken, what if he molests me again? There is no limit to what that psycho can do.

“Good morning” a voice greeted us from behind us, I exhaled in relief knowing at once that it was Ken.

"Why did it take you so long?" Our father inquired.

"I had schoolwork to finish up."

Liar!

In response, Dad nodded and turned his attention to Mum as they continued to stare at each other in a passionate way.

While glaring at Ken, I took a bite out of the marshmallow. Gosh! I hate him so much, I wish I could just kill him, but sadly I couldn't, I'm such a weakling compared to him. I could only wish and wish; if wishes were horses, I would definitely be the best rider.

His facade is unknown to everyone. The real Ken Parker indulges in illegal d**g use and commits numerous other crimes.

However, he behaves immaculately in school, doing his work and paying close attention in class at all times. Despite the fact that everyone believes he is some kind of brilliant champ, he actually has someone else complete his homework.

The students at school don't know anything about Ken Parker. They consider him to be an exceptional brother, and even the girls swoon over him.

“What were your morning conversations about, then?” mom asked.

Shock gripped me hard, it seems like I wasn't the only one experiencing shock as Ken’s fork fell from his hands.

Ken put his fork down. “This morning?

“Yes, I did hear you enter Chloe's room, you know.”

Busted, Hopefully they have already figured everything out. I'm tired of dying in silence all the time.