The Secret Dancing Life

The Secret Dancing Life -- School --

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here is the other chapter that has been re-written and i think that the story is so much better already and it has a plot to it! Woooo! (i didnt have one before)

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Chapter 2 - 

         It was the first day back after the Christmas holidays and I was glad. It meant that I could spend the day away from my farther and suffer less brutal beatings. He was a clever man in making sure that he didn’t do it too hard when I was at school so I could cover them up more easily. I got out of bed and grabbed a pair of skinny jeans and a hoody and headed for the shower. Once I was done I came back in a happy mood. I would be seeing Megan as she spent time with her family away. I dried my hair and pulled it up into a neat pony tail and pulled on a pair of converse. I had saved up for these and I loved them. I put on light make-up and headed downstairs hoping that my farther was asleep on the couch so I could leave quickly. I tip toed towards the kitchen missing all the creaky floorboards. I heard faint snores and I smiled. I headed into the kitchen and made myself a quick breakfast. I was putting the bowl away when he came into the kitchen.

“Where is my breakfast?” He bellowed and I paled. I turned around slightly and noticed the almost empty bottle of beer. I knew that I was in for it as he had a drink. I shot my eyes to the floor knowing that it was my best option.

“I am sorry sir, I thought that you were asleep and I didn’t want to disturb you.” I hoped that he would let me go this time. Wrong. He strode over to my side of the room in three large steps and backhanded me across the face. I bit my lip so I couldn’t shout knowing that it made it worse.

“What kind of excuse is that?! You are just like your mother! A worthless piece of nothing. Make me breakfast. Now.” He shouted again and I received another blow. I nodded weakly and quickly assembled his breakfast which had been the same as mine. Some toast with butter. I was careful not to burn the toast as I knew that he would flip again. He grunted and staggered over to the table and slumped into a chair. I walked over quickly with the plate and placed it gently in front of him and walked away.

“Where is the jam?” He yelled and I flinched. Damn. I had forgotten the jam. I cringed as I walked back over to him and picked the plate up.

“I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to.” I stammered and he backhanded me again causing the plate to slip from my grip and smash on the floor. I knew that I was in for it now. He shot up from his chair and punched me across the cheek. I staggered back and he took the advantage and struck me again. I fell to the floor and felt his foot impact with my side. I groaned in pain and tried to be as quiet as I could as he kicked me over and over. Once he was satisfied he staggered to the fridge and grabbed another beer.

“You are a whore.” He muttered as he went back into the living room. I felt the silent tears roll down my face as I tried to get up. I managed to pull myself up and grab my bag. I headed out the door as quickly as possible and dived into my car. I then let the sobs flow and I cried my eyes out from all the pain. After I was done I wiped my eyes and inspected myself in the mirror and cringed. I already had a black bruise coming up so I grabbed some foundation from the glove compartment and dabbed it on gently. I covered most of it up before leaving for school. I pulled out of the drive way and drove to school feeling the ache of my ribs.