Bruises

I sit in my room. I can hear his footsteps coming up the stairs. I hold my breath. "Please don't come in, please don't come in" I mutter. He walks right past my room. I breathe a sigh of relief and lie down on the bed. If he'd come in here, I would've been beaten for sure. I glance at the photo of my dad, that's sitting on the table beside my bed. My dad died when I was 11. He was run over. My mum had always had a problem with alcohol but after my dad died she just lost it. I don't recognise her anymore. She got married again six months after he died. That was when the problems started. Terry, her new husband was abusive. He never hit my mother but he often hit me. Every day, he would beat me. I'm 14 now and it seems as if things are getting worse.

"Jamie!" Terry yells from downstairs. I sigh and go downstairs. Terry's sitting in the chair that my father used to sit in. "Get me a beer" he says. I don't move. "Go" Terry snarls. "I'm not your slave" I mutter "Why can't you get your own beer?". Terry punches me in the face. I can taste blood. "Don't you dare speak to me like that!" he snarls, kicking me. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry" I sob. Terry grabs my arm and drags me upstairs to my room. He throws me into my room. "If you ever talk to me like that again, I'll make sure you regret it" Terry says. He slams the door and storms away. "I hate you!" I scream. I collapse onto the bed and cry myself to sleep