Life was great, until it happened. Now, it's spiraling out of control. What will become of former-bully, Mackenzie, now that "killer" isn't a nickname for her tennis skills? The guilt is the only reason she's still alive. Her abusive family, ostircized at school, it's only a matter of time before the guilt isn't enough.


7. Wake Up Call

CRAAAASH! My heart leaps into my throat as I'm violently pulled from my dreams."GET UP" CRAAASH! As my racing heart calms, I groan audibly. "Now!!!" She yells as she smacks my leg with one of her frying pans. My breath is knocked out of me as overwhelming pain engulfs my leg. Tears prickle my eyes, but that's not enough for her... noooooo! She raises her hand and delivered a stinging slap.

"Okay! Mom, that's enough!!" I scream. She smirks at me.

"What do you want?" I say coldly, my face throbbing and my leg feeling like it's on fire.

"Oh, I was up early and thought you'd like a nice wake-up!" She smiles an arrogant smile and strolls out the door, leaving me so mad I was seething. NICE, wake-up call!?! NICE??? She is seriously twisted!!! Oh, it hurts! The bone's gotta be bruised! At least I can cover that up...but my face! That's gunna leave a bruise! Idiot. Heinous, hideous, atrocious, grotesque, old, WITCH! I scream into my pillow and then cautiously examine my leg. On the side of my kneecap on my left leg, a purpleish, bluey, brown bruise is already starting to form. How wonderful. I look at my clock, 5:38 a.m.. I grab my pillow and scream into it for a really long time.


I finally just decide to get up because I'm going to need time to cover up the slap and treat my leg. If anyone asks... I... fell down... the stairs. Yeah, that's believable-ish! I look into my mirror, not that bad actually. Nothing a little cover-up can't hide! I get my concealer out and apply it to where my bruise is. The only reason I have concealer is to hide my mom and occasionally my dad's rage, I was actually blessed with clear skin. My mom used to be quite pretty, now she's a fat, old pig. I limp to the washroom, I soak a washcloth in cold water and gingerly touch it to my leg. I suck in a breath at the sharp pain that blasts through my nerves. I decide to just drip water onto my leg, less pain that way. Let me just say, it hurts like heck!!! I get a lot of pain though, so I'm kinda building up an immune system. I can't put all my weight on it and it causes searing pain whenever I bend it. So... I can't really hide it. I can hide what it looks like, but not that it's there. She's actually pretty strong. I mean, the stairs really hurt.  

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...