Can't Hide Forever

Chapter 1

I would like to dedicate this chapter to Emgrecula for the fabulous cover. Thank you so much.

Picture of Lina to the side :-)

This chapter has been edited.

"Dad, I'm home!" I yelled out and shut the door close and the sound echoed in our small abode. During the whole walk home from school, I was mentally praying that my daily tormenter wasn't home todayand when no deep rough voiced yelled back absurdities, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding but I guess happiness -in my world at least- doesn't last long and I stopped midway on my way to get my chores done as he ordered.

"Get in here, you little worthless bit*h, where the hell have you been today?"

"I've been at school, dad." I squeaked out between the harsh breaths I was letting out in both fear and fury, keeping my eyes pasted on the polished floor.

"It's Saturday, I very well know you don't have school on Saturdays, so don't you lie to me, young lady."

"I-It's a Thursday, dad" I whispered, and he stood up roughly, a bottle of beer tumbling down the couch and in front of me as he walked ahead menacingly. I could smell the alcohol stench emitted from his mouth as he took another step closer to me, making me take a deep breath and anticipate the immense amount of pain my body was slowly getting used to, just for correcting him.

I felt my dad's hand collide with my pale cheek, making my dry, dainty lips form an 'O' shape as the pain pulsed through my face, making my face go numb for a moment and the ringing in my ears to come forth again. I closed my moistening brown eyes tightly, praying dearly that the pain would go away, again. But by now I should've been used to this torture, knowing I don't have any other option waiting for me.

After all, this man who claims to be my father, has been hitting me since I was about 8 years old, and one would think that I would grow numb to his hits by now. Unfortunately for me, that wasn't the case. His hits became rougher and excruciatingly painful to the end that he stopped looking where he would hit me, with skin tearing force. And this time his hit was so hard that I lost my balance and plummeted to the floor, thankfully my hands breaking my fall so I didn't smash my face directly on the laminated flooring of our living room.

Now I know you're probably thinking where my mother is when I need her, well my mother is the only one that earns in this house to pay for our daily needs as she takes care of our family of three. She usually works most of the time throughout the year but does home come every night for a cup of tea freshens up with a small nap and then she's off to another job. If my mother could be here all the time I wouldn't have to go through this hell on earth.

My mum is really just, amazing. But she knows nothing of what goes on in the house when she is not home. I would've tattled it all to her if I wasn't so scared of my dad's constant threats, if she was to ever find out about the beatings. So, the only alternative is to keep it all to myself.

I managed to gather the courage and somehow pick myself up from the floor with my quivering dainty hands once my dad had finished kicking me in my gut repeatedly. Just as I was getting up, I found the earth spinning around me since all the pain came rushing back to me when I moved, I took a deep breath and frowned when I saw him come back in the room and spat on my face about how he would cut my hair off if I didn't complete all the daily chores before mom comes home. She still thinks my dad does everything in this house, sometimes even tells me dearly to help my dad out once in a while. Oh, only if she knew just how much I've done for him.

I made my way down the hall and entered the kitchen to clean up and put the oven on as usual. I quickly looked around and since mom had just bought all the groceries, I had plenty of options to choose from. Finally deciding to make some steak pie, roast potatoes, mash potatoes, peas and carrots and Yorkshire pudding; I got to work.

My mum loves my steak pie, well she thinks dad makes it but the way her face glows when she enters the room and smells it is all worth it in the end. After all, this sacrificing is all for my mum only.

Once I had the kitchen cleaned thoroughly and the food set in the oven, I made my way into the living room to clean up all the beer bottles lying on the floor unabashedly and all the rubbish that my dad has used throughout the day and last night.

After I had silently done my chores and everything looks satisfactory to the least, I went into my room and picked out some clothes, walking into the bathroom to take a hot shower. I let the steaming water cascade over my body to release the tension I had in my back and shoulders with the chores and the beatings. I washed my long hair with my favorite strawberry shampoo and conditioner, smiling to myself at the little luxury of mine and letting the smell of strawberries consume me. Mmm... my favorite, I smiled to myself washing all my worries away and thinking about the day for almost, the next 30 minutes.

Getting out of the shower, I wrapped myself in my big fluffy red towel but winced when the pain shot out of the end of my spine as started to get dressed. I delicately pulled on my cozy pair of ripped skinny jeans and pink tank top, put my hair up in a messy bun and looking into the reflection, I grinned but it instantly turned into a frown at the bruise growing on my left cheek. Dad was really ruthless today. I immediately my way downstairs to take tonight's dinner out of the oven, I'll need to cover the bruise from mom tonight.

Upon hearing the main door open, I gasped and quickly put everyone's dinner on their plates just as mum walked in.

"Hey baby! I missed you." my mum said coming into the kitchen with a big smile on her face seeing what was on the table and kissed my forehead lightly.

"Hey mummy" I replied smiling and giving her hug back and continued, "How was work?" I loved my mum with everything I had in me. She was my best friend, my confidant and sadly, my only friend. How sad is it that I am probably the only teenager ever, to not have any friends.

"Was boring," she laughed, "But enough about me, what about you baby? How was school?" she asked. Just as I was about to reply my dad came rushing downstairs giving me a look that I knew all too well.

"Good", I smiled at her the best I could. I just remembered the bruise I had on my face and immediately made a move to cover it but I guess I was too late because my mum put a finger under my chin to look at my face and put my hand away gently.

"Oh, this! Funny story mom, I uh... I got hit by a ball in gym, you know I am with co-ordination when it comes to volleyball" I gave her a nervous giggle hoping she would believe me and just change the topic because I could very well feel my dad's eyes poking the back of my head angrily.

"Yeah honey, sorry about that. You got that gene from me," she laughed it off and I let out a breath in relief. Thank god for that, I thought to myself.

After a short while, we were all seated on the dining table, munching onto our food quietly, with mum bringing up an event from her work every now and then as usual. I waited until everyone was finished with their dinner so that I could do the dishes before going upstairs. Once I had done the dishes, I stifled a yawn in exhaustion and made my way upstairs to do my homework.

After all of that was done, I lifted my mattress up and carefully pulled out my diary. I have kept a diary just as an alternative for the day when I will have to tell my mum what has been happening to me all these years. I keep hoping that my dad will miraculously change one fine day and hug me, the sign of a new start, he will just come up to me and say " I'm sorry sweetie ", But I know it will never happen, at least now in the near future, seeing how much he is addicted to his drinks.

It was actually getting quite late and I needed to be up in approximately 5 hours from now. I groaned lowly and put my diary on my bedside unit, putting on my pajamas which consisted of my shorts and tank top and then fell into a dreamless sleep.

A BIG huge THANK YOU to addictedtosleep for editing, she truely is amazing.