Awakend - Brooke .M. (best motivational books .TXT) 📗

I Woke Up From A Nightmare Screaming, Again. I Was Breathing Heavily With My Hair hung Over My Face Almost Shedding A Tear. I Leaned Up And Reached For My Blanket; Twisting It To The Side And Over My Body. Placing One Foot At A Time On the Wooden Floor I Stood Up And Walked To My Dresser. I Threw On A Tank Top, A Pair Of Black Ripped Jeans, And a Baggy Sweater Then Walked Down Stairs. I Went To The Kitchen To Get Some Water, I Was Opening The Fridge, Until i Seen My Drunk, Asshole Dad. I Slammed It Shut A Practically Sprinted Out Of The Kitchen, Just As I got My Shoes On And Was Ready And Near the Door He Yelled; "Bitch! get your Ass In Here And Make Me Some Food!". I Looked Back And Paused For A Moment. I Was Going To Say something; To Make Him Wish He'd Never Said that, but I Didn’t. Instead I Turned Towards the Door and Ran To School. No-One Was Outside The School Doors. Sliding My Worn Out Converse Across The School Hallway I Come to A Screech When i Hit My Locker. I Whip It Open And Grab My books With Intense Power. I Slammed It Shut And With A Quick Speed I Went To My First Class. I Stopped At The Third Door And Looked Up At The Black Plack On The Door, It Read; "Art Room". I Turned The Knob And Opened The Door To The Direct Attention of The All The Students. I Hate Being Centre Of Attention, it Makes Me Sick To My Stomach knowing Students Have A Chance To Say Things Like "Why You Late? Busy Cutting Again?" Or Just Plain Old Un-Original "Emo Girl". While Looking At The Floor I Lifted My Hood Up And Walked To The Back Of The Room To My Assigned Seat. The Teacher Mr. Wheeling Then Said after An Awkward Silence "Hood Off, Allie" After He Looked Away I Lifted my Hood Back up And Over My Straight, Long Black Hair. Periods Went By And Bells Rang. I Sit In the Back Of each Class So As usual I Sat In My Seat, Took Out My Books And Waited For The Intensily boring Lesson From My Fucked Up Teachers. When Class Ended I Got Up Sliding My Books Off the Corner Of My Desk. I Was The First Out Of The Doors, And When i Got To My Locker I Dragged Out My Bag From The Bottom And Slapped It Over My Back. My Bag Is Really old, Ive Had The Same One For 4 Years. My Mom Bought It For Me Its A Plain Black Soft Material Bag. Its All i Have Left of Her Since she Died. I Was Walking Towards The School Doors, How happy I Was To Get Out Of School, But How Scared I Was To Go Home. Just Before Hitting The Blue Metal Doors My Bag Decided To Rip From The Bottom Revealing My Many Sketch Pads, Note Books And My Sharpe Blade. I Ruffled Up The Papers And Books From The Floor; Probraly Ruining Some Of My Art Work But I Didnt Care. I Was In Search Of My Blade And When I Found It I Picked It up And Stormed Out Of The Door. I Heard My Name Being Called But I Didnt Look Back To See I Just Walked Down The Street. I Walked Down The Road Till I Seen My House. My Dad Was On the Porch With His Friend Rob. Beer Bottles Every Where. I Quickly Turned Away hoping That He Wouldnt Notice Me But Of Corse; He Did. He Seen My Head Bow Down To The SideWalk And i Sped Down The Road. Screaming In An Intense Strong Loud Voice The Words "You Fucking Slut, Get In Here Right Now!" Echo'ed The Street. I Came To A Stop And Turned Back. My Dad Has Always Been Open About His Life, No Secrets, No Regrets. I Avoid My House When His Friend Rob Is There, He Always tries To Rape Me. Ive Left Him A Few Bruises but My Scars From Him Are Far More Perminant. I Took Slow Steps Up The Front Stairs, And As I Walked through The Broken Screen Door My Dad Threw A Beer Bottle At The Back of My Head. I Blacked Out. I woke Up To The Smell Of Lit Weed And Spilt Achohal, I Was Lying In The Couch With Just A Bra And Undies. Rob Came Up To Me Piss Drunk. "Hellof Allieef" He Stammerd. I Leaned Up. "Where Are My Clothes You Creep" I Screamed At him. He Slapped My Across My face. My Dad was Sitting Across The Living Room On An Old Wooden Chair, Laughing. Rob Smiled At Him And Gave My Another Smack. I Looked At My dad. "Please Don't Let Him Do This" I Said As tears Flew Down My Cheeks. "Would You rather you Do It Myself you Little Bitch!" My Dad Shouted Back. I Started To Cry. Rob Was Feeling Up My Thighs, I Pushed Him Away. " Don't!.... Touch Me!" I Said. He Punched My in My Jaw Makin My Lip Bleed The Brightest Red Blood. He Punched My Again And Again Until i Was Dizzy Enough That I Couldnt Pull Him Off Me. I Felt a Sharp Pinch and When I looked At My Arm An Drug Injection Was Being Slid Ito My Pale Skin. My Eyes Went Droopy, And My Head Went Weak. I Could Barely Make Out What Was Happening But I Could Still Feel Him Trying to Touch Me. This Time He Drugged Me, He Was In Total Control. Im Still A Virgin Though, He has ever Gotten Me This unstable Before, But Nothing Was Getting in His Way This Time And I Was So Sure Of It. He Was Sliding his Hand Down My Pants, Feeling Me Up; Until The Cops Busted Through My Door. My Dad And Rob Looking In Shock. Rob Got Up And Ran For The Back Door But Cops Came Around Back. An Officer Picked Me Up And carried Me Into The back Of The Cop Car. I Laid There Until The Police Got In And Drove Me To The Station. They Helped Me Out Of The Car And My Bare Feet Lading Firmly On The Cement. People Rushing Up To me Leading Me To A Room And Laying Me on The Leather Couch. I Fell Into A Deep Sleep. I Was Woken By My Dad, I Jumped Back In Shock , A Police Officer Drived Me Home. I Missed School That Day. Instead I Spent My Time Making Food For My Dad. That Night I Got No Sleep. I Tossed And Turned Back And Forth. When Morning Came Around I Opened My Eyes to Seeing My Dad Stand Over Me With A Long Belt. I Leaned Up And Held My Knees Against My Chest. ‘Just Get This Over With, Im Gonna Be Late For School” I Said In A Sigh. Non the Less He Folded His Belt In Two And Whipped it Along My Back, Leaving A Bleeding Mark. I Held in the Pain and When He Left My Room Threw on a White Hoodie, Some Skinny’s And Rushed My Hair into a Messy bun. I Stumbled Down The Stairs And Out The Door. I Ran Too School And Made It 3 Minutes Before the Bell. I Walked Threw The School Doors And Down The Hall; Everyone Was Whispering. I’m Used to Hearing “Freak or Loser” But They All Covered There Mouths In Silence While Starring At Me. Suddenly I Felt Someone Stand Behind Me holding Me Tight and Taking Me Towards The Gym. I Couldn’t Look Back From The Way I Was Positioned But When We Got To The Gym And The Hold Was realized I Turned Around And Before Me Was A Guy. I Was About To Yell At Him Till I Looked At His Sweatshirt And To My Despair I Seen Blood. “Oh My God Your Bleeding!, Are You Okay?” I Asked Quickly. “Im fine! But I’m Not the One Bleeding, What Happened to Your Back!” He Replied Rather Tensely. I Starred At Him Questionably. He Turned Me Around Gently And Lifted Up My White Sweat Shirt, Then My Tank Top. I Hesitated For A bit But Accepted. After He Looked At My Back I Turned Around. “What’s Wrong?” I Asked Softly. “Your Back, Its Bleeding. What Happened? Were you Hit? Who Did this?” He Asked So Many Questions I Didn’t Know What to Say. My Eyes Started To Tear Up And He Held Me Close. I Barley knew him But Knew Of Him He Was 16, Quiet, Shy, A Few Friends, Wore Black, Had A Spiked Cut Hair Lining And Had His Lip, Nose And Eyebrow pierced. He Was very Dark, But He Was Defiantly The Sweetest Guy You’d Ever meet. I Just Didn’t No His Name. After Moments Of Silence And Starring, And Crying I Finally Broke The Awkward. “Thank you… I’m Sorry You Had to See That, And Im Sorry You Had to Feel Sorry For Me” I Said. “Ive Seen Worse, Much Worse, And I Do Feel Sorry For You But Not For The Reason’s You Think” he Went On. “I Was Watching From Across The Street, And I’m Sorry About Calling The Cops” he Said Slowly. I looked Up At him. “ I Just Di.. I stopped him With A Hug. “You Got Me Away From My Dad, My house, Reality” I Said While Looking Him in The Eyes. He Smirked. “Do you Want To Go For A Walk?” He Asked Sweetly. I Nodded And He Led Me Out The Back Doors Of The Gym. We Walked Down The Street Till We Hit A Big Field About 4 Blocks Away From School. We Walked Around The Edge’s Of The Field And Sat On A Hill. I Held My Knees Against My Chest In Silence. I Looked Over At Him And When He Looked Back I Turned My Head Quickly. He Laughed. “What?” I Asked. “Nothing” He Laughed Again. He held His Head in His Hands And Pushed Backs His Hair. He Was Beautiful. It Was Quiet For A Moment Until I Broke The Silence. “What’s your name?” I Asked Softly. Resting My Head On The Top Of My Knees. “Codie.. And yours?” He Replied In A Very Gentle Calm Voice. “Allie”. “Well Allie, Are you Going To Tell me What Happened To Your Back?” He Waited Patiently For My Answer. I Didn’t Know What To Say. He Knew Parts Of The Story, otherwise Why Would He Have Called The Cops? Speaking Of That, Why Did He? He Shouldn’t Care, Im Nothing; Worthless. Thoughts Floated Through My Head But In The End I Decided To Say “My Dad, He Hit Me Across My Back With A Belt, His Belt, Until It Bled. I Went On. “What Did You See that Made you Call The Police?” I Asked In A Strong yet Shy Tone. He Moved Closer Wrapping His Arms Around My Side. “I Seen That Guy Over Top Of You, You Laying Weakly, In Pain, Screaming For Help But your Dad Did Nothing But Watched You Suffer And Scream” He Said. His Voice Sounded As If it Hurt Him To Say It, Like It Hurt Him To See Me Like That. He Leaned Back And Rested His Body Flat On The Grass Bending One Arm To Fit Under His Head. I Looked Back At Him. I Laid Back Over His Other Arm But When My back Hit the Grass I gasped In Pain Leaning Up Again. He Pulled Me Back Gently