Scared And Scarred

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Alicia's Pov-

I quickly got up as my alarm brightly rang. No, it's not the wrong adjective, it's just that the bright sun is my clock. Here in my attic room, there is a hole in the roof, which is very helpful in all weather except when it rains and snows.

If not for that hole, I wouldn't be able to do any homework because it's very dark here. It even wakes me up on time so that I can finish all my chores. Though during rain it gets too messy, there is no way I could stay dry or prevent water from coming in. And when it snows, the attic turns into a refrigerator and the rug is too tattered to provide any warmth.

I know I should be thankful that at least I have a roof to live under and a home to go to. It's much better than struggling on the roads.

I am thankful that at least I get 2 loaves of bread to eat every alternate day if my sir won't forget about it (which happens often).

I quickly wipe my face because I shall be saving water and therefore sir allows me to bathe only once a week.

I hastily rush down to start with the morning work. It's getting very difficult to walk as last night sir made me walk on broken glass pieces of his wine bottle. I knew when he threw the empty bottle at me, instead of dodging, I must have stood still wherever I was. Stupid reflexes. So as a punishment he made to stand on the broken glass for 15 minutes.

I quickly prepare the breakfast and mop the entire house while sir is eating with his wife. I do the dishes when they are done eating.

"Hey, you stupid girl get me a glass of water, quick." I rushed to the kitchen but on the way back something pricked my already wounded feet and the pain was unbearable. I stumbled but saved the glass from falling still a few drops escaped and landed on his shoes.

He got furious and I got terrified.

Long story short, there were slaps, punches, kicks, belt whipping, and some hair-pulling. I hardly managed to keep my eyes open when they were done.

I remember when I was really small I used to think they were my parents but they told me that my parents were very bad people and I am here to pay for their sins. They said that I should be thankful that I least I am living with better people now.

I don't want to believe them but I don't have any other option.

Now I somehow dragged myself back to the attic room so at least I could stop the blood somehow so it doesn't spoil their floors.

Looks like I won't be able to go to school today as well. The only condition I am allowed to go to school is if I never talk to anyone and no one gets to know about the punishments.

I don't want to anger anyone further that's why I gave up speaking altogether. Therefore rule 1 was no issue. But because of rule 2, I gotta skip school a lot, whenever there are any injuries in the visible places that can't be covered.

Thinking about all the stuff, I never knew when I drifted away to some dreamland.