Escape from breaking

My body hurt. My ribs hurt. My stomach hurt. My head throbbed in pain. I now had more than one broken rib—all thanks to Dave, my dear father. I could not move my body from where I laid on the cold floor the whole night in the basement. The beatings from my father were too much last night. I think he had a bad day, and the only way to release his anger was to beat me up. He was drunk, and I know what happens when he is drunk. I am used to his beatings. It was time to go to school, and I had to get up forcefully despite the protests from my body to avoid my nightmare. If I don't prepare his breakfast in time, I will have burned cigarette marks on my skin. I had to count to three to get up, or I would have received another beating. One, two, thr... f**k. It hurt like a b***h. Oh my f*****g God. I guess I was in hell at that time because that feeling described it. A fire was burning inside my bloodstream, making me bite my lower lip to avoid screaming. Every section of my body protested as I walked into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror, and all I could see was a broken girl staring back at me. She had no smile on her face, and she had dark bags under her eyes.She was as pale as a ghost and had grown thinner. Her hips were now protruding. Dark bruises littered my skin. Both old and new. Some were self-inflicted, and some were from my father. I cut my skin to ease the pain in my heart. It was too much for a 16 year old girl to bear. I cleaned my body ignoring the aching feeling of my bruises, before wrapping the part under my boobs with a bandage.I took painkillers then dressed in a hoodie to cover up my bruises and baggy sweatpants. I applied makeup to cover the handprint on my left cheek caused by last night's slap. I then tiptoed past Dave's room to the kitchen to make him pancakes and tea before he gets up and breaks another rib. Yes, you heard me right "Dave" he lost the title of a father the day he laid a finger on me I did not have much time for breakfast though I had to eat because I ate two days ago. I know I could go for more days without food because I was used to it. Since I was nine, Dave used to keep food in upper drawers and lock them up as a punishment. I adjusted my hood to cover up my face and picked up my phone and laptop. I walked through the living room, cringing at the sight of beer bottles on the floor. It drove chills down my body. I opened the door to get out of this hell hole and be in school. The school was my safe place because I was away from my sperm donor. I was pleased to have finally gotten out of the house safely, and I fist-bumped in the air. My joy was cut off when I bumped into Nina 'Dave's friend.' "Watch where you are going b***h. Where are your ugly eyes?" I don't know what I ever did to her. She hates me naturally, but the feeling is mutual. I do too. She is the one who is at fault but is busy cursing me out because her eyes are too far up her ass to realize that. I decided to ignore her and walk to school when she pulled me back. "what the f**k, April, are you ignoring me?" yes b***h. I don't have time for you. "What did you just say?" she growls, anger dripping from her tone. Oh s**t. Did I say that loud? I guess I am in trouble right now. Oh God, please he... I did not even finish my prayer when I felt my left cheek sting. She slapped the same spot Dave hit last night. I had done an excellent job covering it with make up but see what I have brought upon myself. I turned and hurried off to school emotionlessly. I can't let myself show pain because my pain gives her satisfaction. I entered the school gates and saw my two favorite friends. Max and Jake. "Good morning, assholes," They looked like twins with telepathy when they replied at the same time. I laughed at their synchronicity while they looked at each other with goo-goo eyes. Max was the crazy one, while Jake was the sane one. Their personality blended well together. Both of them played football while I joined the music club. I love singing because it is easier to express your emotions while singing. I grabbed their hands and led them to the lecture room. The class was going to start in ten minutes, and I hated being late. It brings more attention than necessary. Being the clumsy girl that I am, I tripped over air and fell face-fist to the ground. Max and Jake tried to help before I hit the ground, but their reflexes were too slow. Pain shot through my ribs as I mentally scolded myself for not being careful. I briefly closed my eyes to ease the pain while I heard max being max. "Nice one there, April." he chuckled, shaking his head. "Just shut up, max." I glared at him while Jake hit the back of his head. "Ow. What was that for Jake?" max grumbled. "For not saying sorry"... I zoned out of their conversation because they had forgotten am on the floor while they started bickering. Such idiotic friends I have. I bit my lip to stop a stream of curses that I could have muttered because of the pain when getting up. I realized I could not lift my body from the ground, and students had started coming. This made me panic and I started wheezing. I tried getting air into my lungs. It felt like hours, but it was barely seconds. I saw Jake's hand on my right side, trying to help, and I gladly took it. I masked my emotions very well as I got up. I was finally away from the ground without any of them noticing, and I fist-bumped mentally. I pulled my hood to cover my face well, then picked up my books in the locker room. As if on cue, the bell rang, signaling the beginning of classes. We hurried to class, pushing through other students and ignoring their curses.