Fallen

This is my short story. I own all the characters as well as the ideas in the story. This is a small portion of possibly one chapter in the book. it may not fit the requirments for a short story but it fits mine. I am still going to keep adding on to this as i write more and have more time to update the entry.

"Skye, are you comming over tonight?" my best friend Anne asked.

"Nope" I replied as I slammed my locker shut.

"Jeez, take a chill pill, Skye. What did your locker ever do to you? Why can't you come over?" Anne stated sarcastically.

"Anne, my locker didn't do anything, its just I'm upset. I want to come to your house but jerkface (stepfather) won't let me. He wants me home when he gets home tonight. I have no idea why but I have no choice. You know how angry he can get. I guess I'll see you tomorrow at work."

"Alrighty then, see you later." Anne said as she hugged me tight. I tried not to wince noticably as she inadvertantly put pressure on the tender skin on my shoulders.

"Bye! Love ya!" I told her as I slowly disentangled myself from her as I walked toward the front door of the school.

Once outside, I scoured the busy street for my ride home, but once again Bernie(my limo driver) was late. I deciced to walk home, it was only a few city blocks away and it was a beautiful day. As I passed Smitty's Cafe, I felt a dark presence arround me. I quickened my pace because I felt like I was no longer alone. I felt watched. I was about to step off the curb to cross the street when I heard someone shout my name. Automatically I spun around to see who had called me. No one was there but a few homeless people whom I doubted knew my name. I turned back arround in time to see a taxi cab run a red light and almost hit me where i was standing on the curb. I shivered and got the chills, just thinking about what could have happened had I been in the street. I don't know who or what called my name but I am so glad it happened. I quickly crossed the street and hurried home. I flung open the front door, went inside, and slammed it shut. I locked the last lock. Wow! That was strange. It was nothing but my overactive imagination, just relax, Skyler.

I silently entered the foyer, walked up the grand staircase and walked swiftly down the hall to my bedroom. My room was my santuary until Jerkface ruined it for me. I threw my book bag down on my bed and changed out of my stuffy, private school uniform into comfy clothes. when I was finally satified with my clothes I was waring a white cami, black hoodie and my favorite pair of black sweat pants. I carefully laid down on my bed not to jar my sholders and back. I rolled onto my right side and looked out my window, the sky was a mixture of cool hues of blues and purples, the street was busy with the hustle and bustle fo NYC was quieter than normal. I zoned out thinking about my life since Jerkface had gotten his claws into my mom. I have no idea why mom married Alex (jerkface) What on earth was my mom thinking? Sure Alex is rich but so what? Being rich doesn't mean anything. Ever since they muttered "I do? my life has changed and not for the better. I hate him and anything to do with him. He's such a perv. I hate spending any time with him alone with him. Alex charms others but not me and it bothers him so much. I guess because I don't worship him, Alex thinks he will break me of that by beating me up. He's only hit me twice but i'm starting to get scared. I know what he is doing is wrong but who do i tell? who would believe me? My mom...heck no; in her eyes he can do no wrong. Ugh! I don't know how much more I can take before I snap. One day when he hits me I'm going to fight back and one of us isn't going to make it......
Ring, Ring Ring, Riiinnnng, Riiiiiinnnnnnng! My phone went off. It was Alex, his text said: Have dinner ready for me when i get home.

I didn't respond to his text because it was pointless. I checked what time it was and jumped out of bed. It was 5:45pm and Alex would be home in 15 minutes. What do i do??? I ran down to the kitchen. I scrambled around the kitchen searching for stuff to make. I finnaly settled on making eggs, sausage and toast because it was fastest to make and those where the only food i could find. I had just finished placing everything on the dinning room table when Alex burst through the front door.

Once he saw what I had made, he started to flip out. "You dumb kid, I told you to make dinner not breakfast." he grabbed the bowl of eggs and puts it close enough to my face to feel the heat eminating from the bowl and states "Eggs are not dinner.'' Alex then proceded to through the bown across the room. he stormed out seconds later, telling me to clean up the mess.

"Fine whatever you say jerkface." I muttered under my breath.

"what did you just call me?" Alex asked menicilying.

"Alex I called you by your true name. Has no one ever called you it before? I guess not Jerkface." I have no idea where this courage came from. I knew i was in trouble and it wasn't going to be fun.

As the meaning of my words sunk into Alex's peabrain his face was a whirlwind of emotion. He did not say a word but the look on his face said it all; his whole face was contorted in rage. I tried to take run out of the kitchen but Alex caught me and pushed me back into the kitchen. He then proceeded to throw me across the kitchen. I hit the far wall so hard that I left a dent and I slid down to the floor.
"You ungreatful little witch. After everything I've done for you this is how you repay me? I don't think so. You are going to pay me the respect I deserve even if it kills you." he wispered.