Tessa's Pov
Without warning, she slapped me hard across the face, leaving a stinging mark on my cheek. "How dare you..." she spat, her eyes blazing with fury. And she's my mom, my biological mother.
"Feed me this trash, are you trying to poison me?"
She pushed her mug of coffee towards me, spilling some of it on the table and on my arm. I gasped in pain as the hot liquid burned my skin, but she didn't seem to notice or care.
She was too busy ranting about her goddamn breakfast.
"What are you whining about, go back to that kitchen and make me nice coffee and scrambled eggs. Not this trash that even dogs can't eat."
She threw her plate at me, narrowly missing my head. I ducked and dodged the flying objects, trying to avoid her wrath. I wished I could stand up to her, but I knew better than to talk back at her. That would only make things worse.
"As you wish your majesty," I muttered sarcastically under my breath, not loud enough for her to hear.
There is no day that goes by without me thinking of my dad. If he was still alive things would be different. My mom would still be my mom instead of the drunkard stranger who changes boyfriends so much that she qualifies to be called a whore or something like that.
It's funny how I used to be her angel, her sweet baby girl. She used to call me all sorts of cute nicknames but right now am just a no body to her but a burden she has no choice but to take care of.
Oh Lord! Why is my life so awful. First of all I lost the person that loved me the most in this world, my dad. My mom who is supposed to love me and cherish me instead blames me for killing my dad. Oh, How I wish I was the one that died in that accident and not him. I wish!
By the time I was finished with cooking, it was so late that I didn't even have time to treat my wound so I just grabbed a long sleeved shirt put it on to cover my very painful wound and rushed to school. I didn't want anyone to notice it and start asking questions I had no answers to.
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By the time I arrived class had already started, it was really late. I was glad that it was Miss Wills teaching first period.
She is my neighbor, her house is right across ours so she practically sees all the drama that happens in our house. She is the only person that knows about the torture and abuse my mom puts me through.
Miss Wills once confronted me and told me that I should report mom for the abuse, she even offered to help me but I couldn't get myself to. No matter how bad of a person she is, she is still the woman that gave birth to me. She is the only family I have, she is all I have in this World.
I apologized with to Miss Wills with a silent nod and started walking towards my seat.
As I walked to the front of the class, I felt a sudden jolt and stumbled to the ground. Laughter erupted from the students.
I knew it was Ashton White's doing. He had tripped me with his foot, and now he was smirking at me with his stupid handsome face. I hated him and his twin brother Ethan. They had been bullying me ever since I transferred to Eastside High.
"Stop laughing, nothing is funny here," Thankfully, Miss Wills snapped. And the laughter died down.
Why did my life suck so much? My mom hated me, my classmates shunned me, and the White twins tormented me every day. They spread nasty rumors about me, saying I was dirty, crazy, and weird. No one dared to talk to me or look at me. I wasn't that ugly, was I?
Ashton got up and offered me his hand. I couldn't believe it.
Was he trying to be nice?
But as soon as I reached for his hand, he stepped on my arm. It was the same arm that got burned this morning. I cried out in pain and tears welled up in my eyes. My hand hurt, it hurt like a hell lot.
"Such a cry baby," he sneered. I ignored him and got up on my own. I walked back to my desk, feeling humiliated and hurt.
However, he obviously wasn't satisfied with my reaction. My tears weren't enough to entertain him, and soon a paper ball hit me, which wrote,
Meet me at the pool after school
Those words were enough to make my heart start beating from my mouth, I could feel my body begun to heat up already, with in no time I was aware that I was going to start sweating.
The big question that was flooding my brain was, What could he possibly want from me at the pool??
