The Lies that Divide Us

    I stumbled through the halls of my highschool in a daze. The wrinkles on my brow line showed too many worries for someone who was only 18 years old. I tucked my long mocha brown hair behind my ears and kept up her pace. I was invisible to most everyone in my highschool anyway. I wasn't aloud to have friends, especially a boyfriend, and my father made me wear sweats and baggy tshirts so that noone could see my figure. I rarely got sun so my face was pale and my hazel eyes were sunk into my head with dark shadows underneath. The only time I wore makeup was to cover the many bruises I had acquired over the last 10 years. The only friend I had managed to hide was my friend Anna Stiller.  She was an outcast like me, so not many people knew of her, especially my father or any of the other guys on the police force. My father John Martin had been on the police force for over 20 years. He had alot of pull in the small town we lived in just outside of New York City.  The closer I came to the front doors of the highschool,  the more nauseated I got. The day was over and I was going home. Home was were my father was , and were he done all the unspeakable things he had done to me since I was 8 years old. The same year that my mother had left. Left me with this monster who called himself my father, and left me to fend for herself. I was furious at her. Just thinking of her made my blood boil. I clenched my fist thinking of the day I sat on the living room floor crying for her as my father held me and she walked out the door without even looking back.  It wasn't long before the beatings started. He no longer had my mother to control and use as a punching bag, so now he turned his attention to me. At first it was just a slap to the back of my head or across my face. Over the years they had became more gruesome and violent. I was shoved, hit, choked, kicked. Whatever he was in the mood for that day, what was he served up. When I was 13 I hit puberty. I developed fast. I was a 13 year old girl in an 18 year old womans body. This was when the touching started. At first it was just a caress on my leg, or back. Then he started fondling my breast. It was my 14th birthday, when he entered my room. He told me he wanted to show me how to properly love a man. I didn't understand what he was talking about until he began undressing himself and then me. I tried to hide myself the best that I could. I even tried to pull the covers over my naked trembling body, but her jerked them back down. Once her was on top of me and it started hurting I grabbed him by the shoulders and it was like something took over my body. The feeling  was of power, and freedom. I shoved as hard as I could and watched in astonishment as he flew across the room and smashed threw the wall. I instantly froze, terrified. I knew he was going to kill me, but instead he quietly stumbled to his feet and left the room. The next morning I got dressed and headed down stairs to go to school. My father was there waiting. "We need to have a talk." He grumbled. He motioned for the couch as he sat back in his recliner. "There is something you must know about your mother." He stated as he looked into the black screen of the television.  "My father told me that my mother was a shapeshifter.  He said that she would turn into a wolf, a hideous awful looking creature. He said that when she turned she couldn't control herself and she would do awful things to anyone near her. "She has passed her genetics onto you!" He had growled as he hit the coffee table with his fist. "I will not allow you to be a murderous dog." He roared. "What do I do daddy?" I cried terrified of what I was to become. My father handed me a cup with what looked to be tea inside. He had told me it was wolves bane. He said it would keep the wolf side of me from coming out. I didn't want to be a murderous monster. I didn't want to change into a wolf, so I did as he said and drunk the tea. I was to do this every week. As I grew older the wolf seemed to fight to come out so I had to start drinking the tea every morning. My mother and father were monsters, Iwasn't about to become one as well. "Hey Blythe!" Anna's voice broke through my thoughts. "Why didn't you wait for me." She asked as she threw her long wavy red hair up in a pony tail.  Anna lives a couple blocks from me so we usually walked home together,  on the back streets so noone would see or bother us. "Sorry" I smiled up at her. "I just have alot on my mind." "Is it college again?" Anna asked. I had worked hard all through school to get good grades so I could get scholarships to colleges far away from home I had sent out my applications early, and while all of my friends ds had already heard back, I had heard nothing, not even a denial.  Anna and I walked the rest of the way home in silence. I eaved goodbye to her once we reach her house. I walked as slow as I could but eventually my house came into view. The house loomed over me like it was about to consume my soul. Dread filled me as I slowly opened the front door. I always tried to be quiet so that my father wouldn't know I had made it home. I knew he was there because his squad car had been in the driveway. Hopefully he would be taking a nap or watching the game. I was just walking through my bedroom door when before I even realized it I was being drug across the floor by my hair. "How dare you come in this house without saying hello to your dad." He roared. He picked me up and threw me on the couch. I could smell the alchohol all over him. He was drunk. "I'm lonely!" He moaned as he caressed my thigh. I cringed at his touch and this made him angry. He grabbed me and started wrestling with my jeans to get them off. I squeezed my eyes shut trying to prepare myself for what was going to happen. When he stopped I opened my eyes, terror filled his face as he collapsed on the floor beside the coffee table and began scratching at his chest. "Heart attack" he groaned. I jumped up from the couch and pulled on my Jeans.  I ran to the kitchen and grabbed the phone. I hit the 9 but then something stopped me.