Mates

Ellie I woke up the same as every morning and laid there silently to make sure I didn't hear his voice or steps. Last night was one of the bad nights, I came home from school and he had already been drinking, empty bottles of beer laying around everywhere. I tried to be quiet and sneak to my room but I didn't see the bottle in the floor that must have rolled to the steps and I tripped. That sure woke him up and he was not happy. I looked up, my heartbeat beating so fast, his cold gaze was staring right at me and before I could blink he was standing over me in my face "Why can't you do something right in your life just once you stupid b***h!" He threw me on the floor and started kicking I covered my face like the many times before, its easier to hide marks that way."I'm sorry I'm sorry I didn't mean to!" but he didn't listen he never does. I made it up to my room after a while, laid down and cried myself to sleep. I slowly stood up and went over to the shower once I knew he wasn't awake. Looking in the mirror my ribs were covered in new bruises, I couldn't stop the tears that escaped. One day I will leave this place! I just have to save up a little bit more so ill be able to get away. I had thought to myself. After I got out I grabbed a pair of jeans and a baggy shirt for school and then snuck out of the house. Once I got to the school I went to my locker grabbed what I needed and headed to class. I didn't have any friends its just easier this way especially once I leave I won't have to feel bad for leaving anyone behind. The school day went by as usual, a few bullies here and there but nothing to bad. I started walking home taking my time so I didn't have to deal with it anymore the absolutely necessary. Walking up to the front door my breath hitched and I started hearing multiple voices. Please don't have his friends over! Please please please I just can't take it! I opened the door as quietly as I could and tried to sneak in but he seen me and I knew but the look in his eyes it was gonna be a hell of a night. Once I finally got to my room I was hurting so bad. Sometimes he lets his friends come over and they all beat me. I just can't take anymore so I grabbed my little bag stuffed what little money I had and a few changes of clothes and of course moms picture. She died when I was 8 I remember she was so beautiful, long wavy brown hair and big green eyes. Alot like myself but the difference is im alot more dull I haven't been happy since she was here. I wiped away the tears that had escaped and headed to my window took one last look back and crawled out. Nothing could be worse then this place.