Demetre

BEEP BEEP BEEP. I let out a groan , searching for my phone to silence the alarm. After a couple minutes of aimlessly feeling around my bed for my phone, I knew i was going to have to actually get out of bed if I wanted the alarm to stop. “Why did I have to sign up for a 8 am class?” I mumbled out weakly, regretting every life choice I had ever made. I Practically rolled out of bed I shuffled around my bedroom looking for my phone. After a few seconds i found it under the edge of my night stand. I picked it up and shut of the alarm clock, glancing at the time I realized it's already 7:20 am. "s**t" I mumbled under my breath. I had five minutes to be outside before the only bus that goes out towards the community college left it’s stop . Panicking I ran around my room attempting to put myself together I. Record breaking time. I threw on the first pair of ripped skinny jeans and a sweatshirt I saw, then flew down stairs. On the way down stairs I stopped in front of a mirror, analyzing my reflection. At first glance I would almost consider myself pretty. With my fair skin, hazel eyes, and long curly chocolate brown hair cascading down to my mid back . But then realization of who I really am and how I actually look begins to seep in. Pulling the collar of my sweatshirt down my eyes flicked down to a large blueish bruise that formed along my collar bone. Letting out a sigh I then pulled up the back of my hoodie glancing in the mirror to see another bruise along my side. ‘Disgusting.’ I internally grimaced. I had an amazing childhood growing up; I had tons of friends, my parents loved each other, and they loved me very much. Saying they were great parents would be an understatement. We were a perfect family in everyone’s eyes, including mine. One day we were planning on going to a movie at the drive in theater a couple towns over, I was so excited. After the movie we decided to head home , because a nasty storm was coming. The rain was coming down hard, I remember being amazed that my dad could see enough to drive. My parents chatted as my dad drove us, while I sat in the back listening to them talk. I was tired after the movie so I started to doze off in the backseat. All the sudden I was awoke by the car jerking sideways, I opened my eyes just in time to see another set off headlights coming right for us. Next thing I knew we were being flung through the air, we rolled 4 times before the car stopped upside down. I remember crying out for my Mom and Dad, begging for them to help. No one responded, there was nothing but an eerie silence. I tried to lean forward to look at them, but i was stuck on something. I struggled to get free , but i only freed my self enough to touch my moms head. When i did, she didn't move, not even in the slightest. I pulled my hand back seeing that it was covered in blood. Traumatized I screamed and cried for help until eventually I could hear sirens in the distance. Once the ambulance arrived my mother, Father and the other driver were pronounced Dead at the scene. I was only 15 when it happened, so Child Services had to put me into a family members custody. As far as i knew, both of my parents were the only child, so i didn't think i had any aunts or uncles. I was surprised when my social worker said that my Uncle Lenny would be moving to Willows Creek. My worker explained that he was along lost brother on my fathers side. When he first took over my care he seemed to be a really good person. He was caring, and gentle, everyone in town loved him. However as they say, all good things must end. Once the newness of everything wore off he became a completely different person. He drank a lot, when he drank he got angry, and when he got angry he became physically and emotionally abusive. As a teen I prayed for the day I would turn eighteen so I could leave and never look back. Once adulthood rolled around for me there was one flaw in my plan… I had no money. So reluctantly I stayed, slowly saving up to get out of this hellhole I used to call home. Every time I would get close the money was needed else where or found by my uncle. Now here I was at 19, a sophomore in college, still trapped by my uncles abuse. I had to give him credit on one thing, he was a hell of an actor. When we were out in public he put on this mask, acting like the worlds best uncle. He loved to make it seem like showed up and saved his orphaned niece. Of course I was always expected to play my part and correlate with his false persona. If only people knew the truth.