"Wake up!" The shrill voice of my father startled me awake. I keep my eyes firmly shut, not wanting to be awake yet. Unfortunately, my date with my bed isn't meant to be as my dad continues his tirade and starts hurling insults towards me like they're nothing, thankfully I remembered to lock my room door.
I sit up groggily which thankfully satisfied my dad who slams my bedroom door and storms downstairs. I changed out of my pajamas before going into my connected bathroom.
After my shower, I dressed up and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I had a tiny frame , mainly due to the fact that I can't possibly grow in shape because I hardly eat anything. My long black hair looked so dull and it's dark pigments were contrasting with my pale skin but I couldn't care less about myself, I had a whole lot to think about and worry. My hazel eyes had lost all it's enchantment over th years, cheekbones were high and I had full lips but looked really dry and busted. I have to admit I was the splitting image of my mother, the only feature I inherited from my father were my eyes.
Growing up wasn't always tough, I once lived in a happy home , if I could use a word it would be "perfect" but all changed one night and It was my fault. It happened when I was eight years old, I could still remember it so vividly like it was yesterday, my mum was pregnant at that time, my parents were expecting another child asides me , I wanted to go to a carnival with my parents, I basically forced them and now I regret it so much, my parents car was hit by a drunk truck driver on the highway, my mum couldn't make it with her pregnancy, my dad was severely injured but he survived it and I only had minor injuries. I can still hear my mum's last words "it's not your fault", but I believe otherwise and I will forever blame myself.
After my mum's death , my dad changed towards me, he hated me to the point where he began hitting me so hard that I couldn't protect myself anymore, he hated me for looking so much like my mother and also causing the accident so I try as much to avoid him whenever he's around.
I clutched onto my bag as the cold ran through me. I adjusted my thin black sweat shirt and wrapped my arms around myself, attempting to create some heat as I waited for my best friend to pick me up.
"Olivia !" I turned to the voice and saw Christina, my best friend running towards me.
Unlike me, Christina was taller and much curved in her slender body. Perfect chocolate skin and pretty dark curly hair. I was a little bit jealous of the lifestyle she had but nothing less I loved her so much, ever since I told her about my story, she cared more for me and sometimes protected me from my dad's wrath, she was a sister I never had.
"Are you okay , Olivia ? Christina said as she walked towards me checking if I had more bruises on my body.
"Of course, Christina I'm okay , don't worry I locked my room door so nothing happened, as I said that she became less worried about me.
On our way to school, Christina rambles about the new kid , Jace. I most likely could ace a pop quiz on this family by now . Jace was a year older than us, he's rich with one parent being a top lawyer and the other being a model. He's supposed to be in school today but nobody is quite sure when he'll arrive.
I'm suprised how she got so much information about him so quickly. Thankfully we got to school and I'm happy I don't have to listen to her about Jace and his family.
Getting into the school's building Christina beams at me before going over to her locker to grab her items as I did also. The halls were filling up quite a bit , signaling the impending start of the school day .