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I held my breath and waited. I knew I needed to go in but I enjoyed the peace and quiet. This place in front of me was my own personal hell. I placed my hand on the cold doorknob. My eyes started to water as I turned the knob and opened the door.

I saw nothing. The coast looked clear and freedom was up the stairs and down the hall. I quietly turned to shut the door. I knew he was home so it may be possible he is asleep.

The heavy breathing was the first give away of his presents. I stayed facing the door. Maybe he would go away. I could feel my legs shaking but I did my best to make them stop. I slowly turned to look at him staring at me from the kitchen.

"Where the hell have you been" Kevin demanded.

I was frozen. I didn't know if I could speak to him. The look in his eyes showed me what I should have expected. "I had to talk with a teacher about a mistake they made on my test." The words were barley understandable as I spoke them.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" He demanded as he stepped closer to me.

I shook my head frantically. "No..."

He moved even closer now. "I'm trying to be nice to you, but then you go and pull this shit on me. I know you are lying you bitch. You're to stupid to even do well on a test." He was about a foot away from me now.

"Please Kevin I'm telling the truth." I cried out to him.

"You are always trying to tell me this bullshit! You are fucking dumb. Get that through your head. The only thing you are good for is pleasing man with your body." The way he laughed at the end caused myself to cringe.

"It's not by choice you force-" before I could finish talking he grabbed a handful of hair and chucked me at the wall. I wanted to cry so badly, but I tried to keep myself together. He always laughed at my weakness and made his game more enjoyable.

The throbbing in my head wasn't hard to miss. It had hit the corner on the stairs and I knew it was bleeding by now. I stayed on the floor waiting for Kevin to do something else but a thud caught my attention. Glancing over to where Kevin had been standing I took a deep breath. Praise the lord he drank because now he was passed out and I was free to sneak off to my room.

I slowly forced myself up off of the ground. My head was pounding but I knew I needed to get out of here. Glancing at Kevin one last time I knew he would be out for the rest of the night. When I finally made it to my room, I went to the mirror that sat in the corner of my room. I tried to get a look at my wound the best I could. There was a little amount of blood and I knew from the looks of it that I had worse.

Carefully I got into bed. Despite the pain I laid my head on the pillow. At least my bed was semi cozy. This was the one place that Kevin never touched. My room was mine. Anytime he needed me he would take me to the spare room or the basement.

I couldn't help myself as I cried. I cried from the pain of my head. I cried for the nightmare I was living. Mainly I cried for the stupid accident that is the reason I am living in hell.

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"Emma looks at my picture I drew for you." I turned to look at Karla who had a huge grin on her face as she held up her art work.

I took the picture into my own hands and took a better look at it. "It's so pretty. I can't wait to hang it up in my room."

"See mommy you were wrong, she loves it." I watched as my mom turned around from the passenger seat to look at me smiling knowingly that I was just being nice to my 7 year old sister.

"Emma when we get to the lake will you and Karla get the food out of the trunk for me please?" My mother asked us even though we both knew we couldn't tell her no.

"Tina let the girls go have fun we can get it out ourselves. Emma only turns 15 once. Right princess." I saw my dad look up in the rearview mirror.

It all transpired so quickly, the deer ran out in front of us. The next thing I know I'm laying on the other side of the road. Watching the car go into the lake and soon found myself knocked out. The next day or so I woke up in unfamiliar room.

"Where am I?" I questioned the lady who was wear pink scrubs with cats on them.

"Sweetie you are in the hospital. Do you remember anything?" She asked as she handed me a little green cup filled with water complimentary with a bendy straw.

"No...Where are my mom and dad I need them!" I nearly shouted.

I saw the pity in her eyes. "Sweetie do you remember the accident?"

"Wait what? What accident? What are you talking about?" My voice was starting the shriek.

"I am so sorry I have to tell you this, but your parents and sister died in the car accident. You were thrown from the car as it plunged into the lake. Your sister and parents did not make it out in time." A tear rolled down the nurse's face.

I shook my head not wanting to hear this garbage. "No, you're lying. Mom! Dad!" I started bawling as I tried to unattached myself from the wires I was hooked up to.

"Emma I need you to lie down." I kept trying to fight the Nurse until she decided to page others to help. I watched her push a liquid into a tube hooked up to me and slowly my eyes closed shut.

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I tried to forget. The way my mom would take care of me when I was sick or when my dad taught me to ride a bike. The memories of them hurt the most. Every time a Justin Bieber song came on Karla came to my mind and make everything come flooding back. I hated the memories because they reminded me that it actually happened.

People may say that you are lucky, but if they knew what you had and how you are currently living they would no longer see it as lucky. It wasn't lucky that both of my parents were only children and had no parents left to take me in. It was not lucky when the only one who could take me were my parent's best friends. I would tell people who call me being alive lucky to go piss off, because hell is not a lucky place to be living.

It so happened that my dad was a big football star in high school. Kevin was on the same team and some how they became friends. His wife Leigh-Ann knew my mother since they were in diapers. They had grown up in church together. As life went on they all remained friends.

Turns out Kevin and Leigh-Ann remained together. My parents were even a part of their wedding and vise versa. Leigh-Ann had showed up to the hospital and stayed by my side. She was there when I needed someone and she was perfect. I saw hope for a future. Leigh-Ann treated me like her own daughter. She had became my second mom.

I had been there for almost two months when Leigh-Ann was diagnosing with breast cancer. She ended up passing away 3 months later. Kevin had taken to drinking to conceal the hurt from losing the love of his life. Soon the drinking turned into a 24/7 thing. Then Kevin was laid off work that worsens the situation at hand. With no income Kevin took to the money my parents had set up for me if anything had happened to them. The money was used for drugs and alcohol.

After the money was used he found a new way to make money. By selling my body. He will meet guys at bars or other random places and bring them back here to have their way with me. The whole thing makes me disguised with myself and makes me hate myself more and more.

At least I'm not the only one who hates myself. The kids at school either ignore me or make my life a living hell. I get the joy of going to hell at school and home. I am just relieved that I am in the second semester of my senior year. I was always told high school is a place to make memories; sometimes I don't want the memories.

I guess it is a good thing I don't have friends at school. Kevin always tells me to just keep quiet and to myself. If I had someone snooping around and putting his or her nose where it does not need to be Kevin would make my life even worse. He hates when people start to ask questions.

School was not always like this for me, I actually use to be popular at my old school. I used to have the world's best friends. Most of them I knew from a very young age, but I don't talk to them anymore. We use to when Leigh-Ann was living. Kevin made sure to take care of them. I'm not sure exactly what happened but soon the phone calls became less and less and soon they stopped all together.

As I lay in bed I look at the bruises on my arms. They are starting to heal, but new ones always come before my skin can be clear. I get them for dumb reasons mostly. I tell Kevin no, or one of his 'friends' get a little to rough. I have to be careful that no one sees them. Kevin made sure to keep me stocked with long sleeves shirts, hoodies, and long pants to cover up my scares and bruises. Even though I keep myself covered up the guys at school throw their selves at me. They like the whole playing hard to get even though I'm not playing.

I'm use to playing games at this point. It's my only way to survive. I do what Kevin tells me to do and I get to live another day. Sometimes when his friend Mike comes over I rather die. I would consider him worse then Kevin. As I look out the window I dread tomorrow. It was Wednesday and those were always the busiest day. I would come home from school and find myself in my room around 1 in the morning. Crying can't save me, nothing can save me from this nightmare.

I always pray before I go to sleep wishing for a better day, but it never happens but I always try to keep my faith. I always went to church with my family we went every Sunday and occasionally Wednesday's if possible. But now I can't, I've tried once and I loved it but I ended up getting beaten pretty bad afterwards.

Kevin claims why should I go to church he gives all the love I need. I knew being raised in church all my life that I should never hate anyone but I think God wouldn't mind if I hated him for all he's done to me right? I can't help but cry most of the time, sometimes I make myself believe it is actually making me feel better when I know deep down it's not doing anything for me.

The only thing Kevin hasn't taken from me yet it a private account my parents had set up for me for college. I can get access to it when I'm 18. I am planning to take the money out of the account and transfer it to a new one so Kevin can't touch it. I'm counting down the days to my freedom. The day I'm done with high school is the day I'm done with Kevin.

I slid my hand under my pillow and felt around for my prize possession. I finally felt it, pulling the picture out I smiled at the memory. IT was a picture of my family and I. IT was the summer before the accident. We were all so happy. I kissed the picture and placed it back in its spot. I could finally call it a day. Lying in bed was the only time everything was at peace. After saying my prayers I close my eyes and wished for sleep. I soon found it.

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The sound of the radio talk show woke me up. Normally I would wake up before my alarm went off but I was out of it last night. The talk show host went on to say it was 30 degrees out. After hearing this I pressed the button to silence it. Hopefully Kevin was still asleep. He hated to be woken up.

Kevin was not a morning person. To be honest he isn't an any kind of day person. Anytime I saw him he was moody and drunk. Not to mention I don't want to have to deal with him in the morning. I stayed in bed longer than normal. I just wanted to stay here and never get up. This was the one place I had to myself. Finally I tossed my blanket off and stepped onto the cold wood floor.

Walking over to my closet I grabbed a white long sleeved shirt. I continued to grab a pair of black yoga pants. I hated to wear yoga pants especially to school but I have to wash my other sweatpants. After throwing my clothes on I went to the bathroom to brush my hair. I decided to leave my hair down since I had a bruise on my neck. I took the little make up I had and put it on the bruises and cut and scars I had visible.

Slowly I grabbed my bookbag and placed it gently on my back. I had a huge bruise on my shoulder. Sadly it was the same place my bookbag strap lays. Closing my door behind me I slowly crept down the stairs. I sighed in relief when I made it out of the house without a noise or waking Kevin. I looked down the road a head of me. I dreaded the mile and a half it took me to walk to school. I want to say I'm use to it but who am I kidding I never want to walk it. Most days I'm sore from the night before from either Kevin or his friends. My ankle has been hurting me too, but I just have to push through it.

Today was the new start of the semester. That means new classes'...yay. I just got adjusted to the classes I had in the previous semester. By this I mean all the glares and whispers almost become unnoticeable to me at least I thought they did. At least senior year would be over soon.

I saw the two-story brick building before me. My school was huge! It's you're your typical high school filled with star football players, cheerleaders who think they run the place, and of course drama. I pulled my schedule of my bag. I needed to double-check one more time on my classes.

1st – Home Economics

2nd- AP History

3rd- lunch

4th- Photography

5th-AP Anatomy

I was so glad I had credits transfer. Next year in college I will be considered a sophomore. The only thing I couldn't manage to get off of my schedule was lunch. I found myself in the library most days during lunch. I could waste my time on the computer or doing some homework.

I also see sitting in a cafeteria pointless if you don't eat. So since I fall into that category I prefer to go elsewhere. Not to mention Kevin would flip if he had to pay for my school lunch. It's just another thing I've learned to live with.

One thing I have yet to learn to deal with is the guys at this school. They are always trying to have sex with me and I don't get it. I'm not pretty at all and they could find better somewhere else. Not to mention it makes the girls jealous to. If they only knew they could have them.

As I entered the school I headed to the foods room. I was actually excited for this class because I would learn how to cook and more importantly I would get to eat. When I came into the room only a few people were there. I found a set and sat down.

When we had a few minutes left the class started to fill up. Very soon the teacher entered. "Okay, class get quiet, first of all I'm Mr. Myers and welcome to Home Economics. This semester we will cover the basic about food, the proper way to fix all sorts of things, and mainly we are going to eat. Sounds good?" He exclaimed

The whole class field with hoops and hollers, I even found myself smiling. I knew I would enjoy this class. Maybe my life was starting to turn around. That would be school anyways.

" Okay class I'm going to go around and give out these index cards first I want you to put your Name, First and Last, Then your age, grade, interest, parents/guardian's name, parents/guardian's phone number, and anything I need to know such as allergies things like that got okay."

I felt someone behind me and I got scarred and jumped in my seat but it wasn't noticeable to anyone except Mr. Myers. Who was passing out the index cards.

"You okay?" he asked me cautiously.

I just nodded my head what was I suppose to say no Kevin beats and rapes me all the time, I wanted to but knew I couldn't.

Mr. Myers handed me my card and walked off to finish passing them out. I hated to fill these things out cause I could never put the truth on them and I know lying is bad but I had to, Kevin even told me too when I had to feel stuff out.

Name: Emma Davis

Age/Grade: 17; Senior

Interest: Art

Parents/Guardian: Kevin and Leigh-Ann

Parents/Guardian Phone Number: They don't have one (which was a complete lie)

Allergies: All types of Nuts

Anything Important: I'm hate to talk so just please don't make me talk!

I hated to fill these out! One other reason would be telling people about my nut allergy because as I have learned once people know about it they like to use it against you. Kevin found joy in threatening me with rub them on my face when I wouldn't do what him or his friends told me to do.

After filling the cards out we didn't really do anything else but get our books and go over the syllabus for the class. Once the bell rang I took a stop at my locker to drop off my foods book.

History was next on my list. History has always been my favorite subject. Plus something I was good at besides art. I was the first one in there beating even the teacher so that meant I could choose my seat first, which was the one in the very back corner. Even though it was in the back I moved it back to the wall trying to get away from others in this class.

"Oh look everyone the freak is in here 'JOYFUL' isn't it?" exclaimed Caysea the head honcho of this school I guess you could say or the stuck up the ass head cheerleader dating the star football player.

To my luck her and her followers sat in the front corner opposite of me but I could still hear them talking about me which I bet was Caysea's goal. When the class ended I took my time putting my stuff up unlike everyone else who runs out of here.

I would love to go sneak into the cafeteria and get some food but I have no money for it and Kevin would throw a fit if he knew. I feel like everything pisses Kevin off.

I have been trying to help the librarian out a little. She offered me a job during lunch on Monday, Wednesday, and Fridays. She used to not pay me but she said since I help her so much she would pay me 20 dollars a week. Which I use very wisely, I usually will use 10 for food and save the other 10 for an emergency or something. I still can't bring myself to go get food in the cafateria.

After the five minutes I wasted on packing my bag I made my way to the Library. When I walked in Mrs. Fry greeted "Hey Emma."

I waved back at her. Mrs. Fry is the only one I enjoyed talking to. I walked over to where she was sitting, and leaned on the desk. "Hello."

"So enjoying any of your new classes?" she asked me in a polite tone.

"They are okay I guess. I liked my old classes better. Especially yours!"

"Well I enjoyed having you in mine but look at it this way it is your last semester of high school? Plus soon you will be 18, right?"

I couldn't help but smile not for that reason per say, more so the reason no more Kevin.

"Yeah I guess your right I have only two months till I'm 18. I get to vote." I joked with her

"I have to run to the office and get these papers for those kids who transferred here so I'll be back in 10 minutes feel free to do whatever." She told.

I just nodded and went over to a computer as she left. I didn't have any homework to do so I just surfed the web. I went to Google and typed in the most random things that popped in my head.