First Day of School

Deliah's p.o.v

My phone alarm rang and i switched it off before my it woke up my father. I took a quick shower, treated my bruises, dressed into my black hoodie and black leggings with white sneakers and left for school.

My house wasn't far from school it only took me a 15 minute walk. Once I got to school I went to the library and picked some books for me to read in the free time.

I enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed swimming. It helped me forget about my messed up life and the beating I got from my dad on a daily. I would read about things I would never have. A happy family was one of them with loving perants that support you and will always be there for you every step, but instead my dad beats me every day until I'm numb or I pass out. My mom on the other hand committed suicide when I was only eight years old.

I got of the library as the bell rang and head off to my first class.

I was writing down my notes when i felt a presence next to me. I ignored it and went back to writing down my notes.

"Is this seat taken?" A deep soothing voice said. I looked up to him and shook my head no and went back to work. The chair near me screeched and i flinched looking at the guy near me.

"Sorry didn't mean to scare you" he whispered, i rolled my eyes and went back to work.

The rest of the day went by faster then expected. I was walking home already knowing what was about to happen when i stepped into that house.

Another day Another beating.

I braced myself and walked in the house immediately going up to my room to change. My dad wasn't home which wasn't surprising since he was never home, he only came to beat me up, eat or take my money and would leave again.

I scrubbed the floor making sure not to leave any blood traces behind. When i finished i poured the water down the drain and went to make supper for my father.

I cooked him some mac and cheese making sure to put extra cheese and cream because he liked it that way. Once I was finished.

I put make up on my face to cover up my bruises and scars so nobody would notice. I put on my oversized hoodie with black leggings and left for my shift.

I had to work for money or else my father would beat me again. It's happened before and i ended up passing out from the pain and stayed home for two weeks.

I walked in the the cafe immediately goimg to check in wearing my apron then went to take in people's orders. My boss was kind enough to actually give me this job. I was the youngest here and it took me alot of begging to be here away from my father amd his beatings.

I walked to table one where a group of high school boys and girls were sitting. They wore the football jackets that were from my school, meaning they were from my school.

"Hi welcome to Eat n Dip cafe. Im Delilah and i will be serving you today" I looked around and noticed one thats in my English class. He stared at me as if trying to look deep into my thoughts and read me.

"What would you like to eat?" Putting on my fake smile as usual.

The boy from my English class spoke, " three vanilla milkshakes, two strawberry lattes and five doughnuts" "Will that be all?"

They all looked at each other asking silently if they wanted anything else "No that will be all" the blonde guy said. I nodded my head and was about to leave when someone grabbed my wrist, i yelped in pain from the bruise that was there when i saw the guy from my English class immediately stand up to make sure i was ok.

"Shit im sorry i didn't mean to hurt you" he looked genuine as he was about to grab my wrist to check if it was okay. I pulled my hand away putting on a fake smile ,"It's okay...you just scared me that's all"

He didn't seem to believe me but nodded anyway not pushing any further.

"SIMP!" the blonde guy grinned at his friend.

I walked away quickly before he could say anything again.

Once i finished with my shift my boss paid me and I walked home. I put half of the money in my bra and left the other half for my dad.

I walked slower already dreading to go home as usual. I hesitantly opened the door calling out for my dad.

I saw his car outside meaning he was home already.

I walked upstairs hearing loud moans coming from my fathers room. I gagged and went back to my room going to the bathroom to treat my bruises.

I took sleeping pills already knowing I'll wake midnight because of my endless nightmares.

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