Avery's POV

Kick. Twice.

Punch

Repeat.

That's all that's happening.

I can't even feel it anymore. I can't even cry anymore.

"You little slut!" He yelled. "I told you, no people over!"

That voice, was supposed to be my father. Well not my real father. Thank God.

He adopted me when I was three. The memories are blurry but I can remember when he used to act like a real father.

All of a sudden the hits stopped.

I turned my head slowly, ignoring the pain, and looked at him.

He just stood there stone faced looking at me.

After a few seconds he pick me up and took me to my room. He threw me on the small run down bed.

Luckily I didn't fall off.

"Get yourself cleaned up and clean up the mess you made downstairs by the time I get back." He said before exiting my room.

When he left he was usually gone for at least till the next morning. So that gave me plenty of time.

Also that 'mess' he mentioned was my blood splattered on the walls.

I'm probably being rude. My name is Avery Powers. At least thats what my so called dad told me. He never once mentioned my real parents an I really don't care. They left me with a monster.

Anyway I have dark blonde hair, really dark. On a cloudy day my hair would practically be light brown. And I have brown eyes with blue rims. But you can barley see my face because of all my bruises. And I'm 21 years old. Crazy right?

I bet you were expecting someone around 17 right?

So know you know what I look like now for why I was abused today.

One of our neighbors accidentally got our mail so she came over to return it at the same time as my dad got home. He thought I was telling her about the abuse so as soon as she left... well  I lost blood.

Ok. Time to get up.

I pushed myself off the bed. The sudden movement made my head throb. I took a moment to relax myself while sitting.

My wrist was also throbbing but I ignored it. It's probably nothing bad anyway.

I got up from the bed and limped to the bathroom holding my side, refusing to loose anymore blood from there. Yep I got stabbed. But I'm good now.

I pause for a moment using the wall to support me.

"Come on Avery. You can do this." I mumbled to myself.

I limped to the bathroom.

I looked in the cracked and broken mirror.

Well don't I just look like sunshine.

Notice my sarcasm?

I closed the door and stripped down. I turned on the shower and stepped in. I flinched as the warm water came in contact with my sensitive skin.

After a nice, much needed shower, that I rarely get,  I got dressed in some joggers and a hoodie. 

My clothes were really old, almost three years. Thank god all my clothes are baggy.

I went back to the bathroom and pulled out a first aid kit and liquid vitamin E.

I applied the vitamin E to all of my bruises. Then I wrapped bandages around my waist where the stab wound was located.

My wrist was still throbbing and was starting to bruise. I wrapped bandages around my wrist.

I was own to the living room and grabbed a damp rag to wash away all my blood that was splattered on the walls.

Some of the blood stained the carpet.

Well now it's his problem.

I took the rag and whipped the walls. the smell of blood wanted to make me gag.

You'd think I'd be used to the smell by now.

You thought wrong!

After the wall was wiped down and looked like nothing happened,  the the rag out and took a place on the old couch in the living room.

Tears started streaming down my cheeks.

Why does this have to be my life?

I know there's people out there with worst lives than my so I can't really complain about it.

At least after every beating he takes me up to my room.

I just don't know why he does that.

After everything he's put me through he still makes sure I stay alive.

Why doesn't he just kill me already!?

The sound of the doorbell snapped me out of my thoughts.

He's back already!?

Wait a minute, he wouldn't ring the doorbell.

Please dont let it be one of his perverted friends.

I pushed myself up from the couch ignoring the pain as the doorbell rang again, repeatedly

Keep you panties on, I'm coming!

I limped the door and opened it.

On the other side of the door was two male police officers.

I mentally panicked.

"C-can I help y-you?" I stuttered.

Oh no! That looked suspicious!

"Yes there has been a robbery near here, we need to search every place in the area." One said.

"And what exactly are you looking for?" My confidence was starting to rise up again.

"Guns, and weapons and possibly any clue into where the robbers went." The other officer said.

"Alright, fine." I gave in and let them pass.

I closed the door after they entered.

Good thing I cleaned up the blood or else I'd really be in trouble.

One turned to me. "May I ask what happened to your face?"

Oh shittake mushrooms!

I can't say that my guardian abused me!

Think of something!

"May I ask what happened to your face?" I asked back.

He looked at me with confusion and a scowl.

He left the topic alone as they entered the living room.

I glanced at the once blood splattered wall.

Oh no!

My face paled.

I missed a spot!

"What's on the wall?" The officer asked sternly.

A snarky comment wont work this time.

"Um, i-it w-" my voice was cut off by the door slamming open.

Why is he home so early!?

Im so dead.

"Avery, why are the cops doing here?" My so called dad asked putting on a fake family friendly voice.

"Dad there was a robbery near by and the officers are looking for clues." I explained.

"Oh ok." He shrugged.

"We also want to know what happend to that wall." The officer point to the slight blood splatter.

"Oh we were just testing out new paint shades. The white was getting boring." He came up with a false truth.

"Is that why it looks splattered?" The other officer questioned.

"I dropped the can and some landed wall. Why waste paint?" He answered.

"We'll have to come back tomorrow to take another look. Thank you for your time."

The headed out the door.

No! Don't leave me!

As soon as the officer left a fist collided with my face and blood splattered on the floor.

All I can see is red. Not from anger form my blood loss.

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Not bad for a first chapter, if I do say so myself, and I do😏

Jk jk😂 I'm not that good.

I missed writing.

And I'm having trouble with he prequel so if you guys have any ideas let me know.

Bye Wolfies!

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