Unfortunate Lies ✔️

One.

Why was I born only to be tortured and humiliated each and every day?

It only accrued to me my junior year to why I was born. They never really wanted a child. Of course Kai. That's it. They created me only to let there anger on me. That's it.

"Why don't you ever cry , are you stupid or what?" My mom states , pulling my short black hair roughly. Her sharp nails digging in my scalp and I bite my lips to stop myself from crying out. "I knew you were a mistake but god . I've never seen you cry." She chuckles softly slamming my head onto the wall.

"Y-you said that if I cry ... I-I'll be punished even worse."

Yeah. I mean she's always threatened me with those words but I mean what could possibly be worse than this.

"Such a smart little girl Kai ." She smirks as she licks her lips . Her brown evil eyes glistening as she watches me intensely. I only coward away from her . Afraid , desperate and alone.

Alone.

"Well aren't you gonna get to school. You still need to be successful and get more money for us. Who's gonna pay for my shit?" She scowls as she leaves my small little box of a room. I lightly touch my head and when I look at my hand I see the blood covering my hand.

Crap. Nothing new though - hopefully the bleeding somehow stops I guess. I'm not that good with this medical shit. I get up from my bed and head to my dresser. I put my uniform on. Which consisted on a white blouse and a black skirt with dress shoes. I wish I went to a public school.

Instead my father put me into a private school with all the rich kids and all the talented ones. I never fit in , I have no friends and I never really talked to anyone , besides - the people there only want to pick on me. Call me a slut even though I haven't even watched porn yet.

It's kinda ridiculous right ?

It all started in the sixth grade when Cathy the popular girl caught me almost getting touched  by Ryan Moore. He was in the eighth grade. He lied and told everyone I was trying to seduce him. Lies. It's all just lies .

"Kai." I shiver as I hear his voice. I turn around immediately putting my head down. Did I do something wrong this time? I made sure I cleaned the dishes and cleaned the house , oh I even wrote his essay because I know how much his hands cramp up.

"Yes fathe-

"You pest. What did I tell you about calling me father." He slaps me across my cheek , hitting me to the floor with a loud bang. "I was going to take you to school today but you've pissed me off already. Too think I was gonna have a good day." I look up at him , clutching my cheek . He was slightly titling his head as he watched me. How could someone do this too their own daughter. I never understood.

"I'm sorry sir. I'll walk to school." I speak loudly. He hates when I mumble. Getting to my bag , I pass him and walk to the door.

"Oh I heard that you're getting your grades . Let me look at them when you get home. Don't think about going anywhere but home."

"Yes sir."

What choice did I have? Hah , if I told him something he'd probably just slap me and lock me in my room with no AC . I think I've learned my consequences by now so.

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I was lucky anyways . My school was only two blocks away. But what sucked was that the weather was hot as hell. Two blocks seems like two miles if you think about it. With the humid weather all I could really think about was my hair on my face.

When I got to my school I inhaled deeply. I was confused this morning though .  Father knows I'm the top in my class , why's he asking for my grades?