Dear Mrs Roberts,
Do you remember when you kept me after class one day and asked me how I got that bruise on my cheek? I told you I fell over. Did you believe that lie?
Do you remember when I missed school for a week and you asked where I had got those scars on my face. I told you I had a biking accident and I had to recover. Did you believe that lie?
I've told you lots of lies.
I'm sorry Mrs Roberts.
Love,
Layla Parker
I sighed as I put down my pen. Another letter to Mrs Roberts, my P.E teacher. I stared at the letter then quickly stuffed it in my pocket. I didn't dare to throw it in the bin in case my dad or brother saw it.
I didn't want that to happen.
"Oi get your arse down here bitch" My brother shouted from down stairs. I closed my eyes and rubbed my most recent bruise. Please don't let him and my dad be drunk.
I got up and went downstairs and was thrown off my feet as my brother threw a punch at me.
My father laughed and joined in the 'let's beat up Layla game'
I just slumped in the corner and took all the blows. It hurt so bad as the already bruised areas of my skin were bruised more. I didn't try and fight anymore. That just got them more angry.
As I was hit and kicked over and over again, I heard them get tired and threw me across the room and left the house. I lay there for I few minutes, trying to regain my senses.
What can I say, this is normal.
A/N: Started October 28th 2017
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Dear Mrs Roberts
RomanceLayla has been abused for as long as she can remember. Her only hope in life is her teacher Mrs Roberts. She writes letters everyday to her but hides them all away. Erin Roberts is a teacher and her marriage is tearing apart. A forbidden relations...
