Speak Now

A story of silence, secrets, love and passion.

When I was born I was an "accident". That's what my parents always said. They were never around for me. I see all the other parents who hug their daughters. I don't think I can do this anymore....Help


1. First Day

Beca's POV

I opened the doors into the large gym. Everybody was saying hello to their friends they haven't seen all summer. Others got there map and schedule and went straight out of the room. And then there's me. Alone. Nobody that has friends at this new school. Every body else was all smiling and laughing and... And happy.

"Last name please." The old lady said waiting.

"Jones." I said looking straight into her eyes.

"Here you go. Next!" She yelled as I was pushed aside by two excited girls.

As I went and found my class with no difficulty I was one of the last ones to get into the biology class. As I stepped through the door already I knew this was going to be a horrible year. Already my eyes and mind classified 3 groups of people. Jocks, Pretties and Nerds. I for one fit into none of those. There were 2 seats left as I made my way to the back of the room the seat was then quickly taken by a red headed girl. I then sighed and turned around the only seat now left was in the front of the room. I then quickly sat down and the teacher came in. He was a young male and wrote his name on the board. Mr. Fox.

The rest of the day went by like a blur. As I packed up my stuff from my locker and closed it a red headed girl stood there staring at me. I then reconised her. She was in my math and biology class. She was the one who took my seat.

"Hello." She said softly

"Hi." I said turning to face her.

"Im Emily." She said holding out her hand.

"And im Beca." I replied turning around to the doors.

"Wanna be friends?" She said going around so she's in front of me.

"Uhh Sure?" I said stepping to the right only to have Emily to step in front of me.

"Are you new here?"

"Uh yea." I said stepping to the left as she stepped to the left.

"Wanna come over sometime?" She asked not letting me get through.

"If I say yes will you get out of my way?" She waited for me to answer. "Yes I will come over sometime." I then said and she then stepped out of my way.

"Bye!" She called out as I walked through the doors. When I got on the bus I was hit with flying pieces of paper. I then sat down in the middle and hung on to my small backpack. I was then hit continuously with paper. When the bus stopped at my house I hopped off quickly and went up to my porch. When I closed the door a wine bottle shattered next to my head followed by my mom yelling.

"Why weren't you here! Go up to your room you slut!!1" She yelled drinking another bottle of beer. I ran upstairs as another bottle shattered.

"Wow and you couldn't let one day go by." I whispered to my self hopping onto my hard worn bed.

I then heard a door slam. Large, Loud footsteps went up the stairs. I quickly turned off my light and hopped into bed and under the covers.

Five, four, three, two... The door then bursted opened. I didn't dare make a sound. He then walked out and slammed the door closed. I then took breath that was making my lungs scream.

I then got up and opened my drawer. I theen unzipped my back pack and put the bag of chips I bought at lunch into the drawer. I then stared into the drawer it had different kind of chips, energy bars, granola bars and crackers. I then sighed and closed the drawer. I got undressed into my shorts and a t shirt and crawled under the covers. I layed there. Well today couldve been worse. The wine bottle couldv'e hit me.. That wouldven't been the first time though. My fingers traced the scar the was inbedded in my stomach. I then drifted to sleep.


The next morning I woke up to nmy alarm clock and shut it off. I crawled out of bed quietly and slipped on a pair of jeans and a blouse. I slipped a bag of chips into my backpack and zipped it shut. As I crept down stairs mom was fast asleep on the couch and dad was no where to be found.

As I got onto the porch I inhaled the cold, frosty air. I then walked to the bus stop and pulled out the chips. As I munched on them I watched as the bus pulled to a stop. When I got in Emily was sitting in the middle looking out the window.

"Is this seat taken?" I asked as she looked up at me. Her eyes were red and puffy. I sat down with out her answering.

"What's wrong?" I asked. trying to look her in the eyes.

"Oh nothing." She said wiping her eyes and kept her eyes on the world moving by.

"Bullies?" I asked knowing that was the answer.

She nodded he eyes glued on the trees passing by.

"I know how you feel." I said sitting the right way.


When the bus pulled up to the school Emily pushed her way past me the second I stood up and ran out the door. I then followed her. But once she was off the bus she was nowhere to be found.

As I walked to my third period class Emily wasn't there. She wasn't in biology ether. As Mrs. Pit was talking about algerbra the last person I wanted to see walked into the room.

"May I help you?" Mrs. Pit asked anoyed he distrubed her class.

"Im here to take Beca, home early." He said with a toothy grin.

"Do you know this man Beca?" She asked

"Yes." I said regretting and wishing I said no.

"Alright then you may take her." Mrs. Pit said turning back to the class.

The secnd I stepped out of the school with my dad he grabbed my arm.

"YOU ARE COMING HOME WITH ME RIGHT NOW MISSY!!!" He shouted and shoved me into the car.

"What did I do wrong? You knew I had school." I said buckling my seatbelt.

"I told you, you aren't going to school anymore!" He shouted.

When we pulled up to the house. He got out of the car and yanked me with him. When we got into he house he slapped me in the face.

"Why are you doing this to me!?!?!" I screamed backing away from him.

He then hit me in the stomach making me fall to the floor. He then started kicking my repetedly. I let out screams out pain.

"Shut up slut." He said giving me one last kick and going back out the door.

I crawled upstairs with much of a challenege and went into the bathroom. I got up on the stool I used for times like this and sat on the counter. I looked at my self in the mirrior. My hair was all messed up and my lip was bleeding. I then lifted my shirt up a bit and saw the large burse he gave me. I then crawled into bed and cried. Why did I have to go through this? I hate my life. Yesterday was probally the best day of my life. Only because I didn't get hurt. I then slowly cried my self to sleep.




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