Skylar is a 19 year old girl who lives in New York with her Uncle and Aunt, Skylar's parents died when she was very young. She has had far from a peaceful life, and as if anything couldn't get anything worse, Her Uncle marries off to an Italian Mai...
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I woke up at around 3 in the morning and I managed to get to my bedroom. It's starting to feel like the days are repeating themselves. It's just the same over and over again, get beaten, pass out on the ground, crawl to my bedroom, cover up the marks and repeat the next day.
There's a big ugly bruise on my back where the belt hit. It's not something that I should even bother to use concealer to hide so I think I'll wear a jumper or a jacket to cover it.
I have decided to were a black turtleneck so i can hide the hand print my uncle left on my throat after he almost fucking killed me due to him choking me. I've picked out some flared jeans for my lower half and i have left my hair down to cover whatever marks are on my neck
As I expected , at exactly 8 am a black Tesla drives into the driveway. I've always wanted to go in a Tesla.
I guess today's my chance.
I manage to avoid my family as I make my way out the front door down the driveway. I presume that they're all still asleep in the house.
There's a middle aged man waiting outside the car. He looks like he doesn't want to be here.
I mean I get why, why would anyone want to be here?
I stood there for a moment. I'm waiting for him to do something, like get in the car or say hello, I don't know. But he just stand there with his head with his phone on
He's not doing anything, does he even know I'm here? I'm very tempted to start waving my hand in his face, but i know better than that
It's now 8:07. I've been waiting 5 minutes. This is getting boring. So i decided finally speak up
"Hello?"
He looks up. Yet no words come out of this mouth. I'm about to get bitchy.
I don't feel like dealing with this right now. My back is sore, my head hurts and I have to have a stupid breakfast with Asher. Man, I don't even know where we're going.
"Get in the fucking driver seat i have somewhere to be" i say, damn that was bitchy
The man turns off his phone and rolls his eyes before opening the backseat door for me. I send him a fake smile and he just keeps that bored expression on his face.
After another 5 minutes the car finally starts moving.
"What's your name?" I asked the man from the backseat.
He doesn't reply, is he even listening?
"Are you deaf?" I question
Nothing.
"Where are we going?" i shoot another question at him
Still nothing.
Seriously?
"Hellloooo?" I say and I start waving my hand around the side of his face. Im sure he can see it in his peripheral vision since he lets out a sigh and finally i hear a voice other than mine
