2 Chapter 1:

Celine's pov:

Closing the door behind me, I ran up the stairs to my room. It was dark everywhere except for a small ray of light peeking through the shabby curtains. I dropped the bag on the floor and stood in front of the mirror. A pale, skinny girl in a black hoodie and very old pair of jeans stood there. Her silver- grey eyes lifelessly staring at me. Her face contorted in pain with a bruise on her left cheek and a cut on her lip. Her matted hair sticking onto her face. Drops of strawberry milkshake dripping from her hair onto her clothes.

I dropped down on the floor, holding my stomach tightly. I laid down in a fetus position. Tears rolling down my face as I sobbed quietly. This is not the first time I'm being humiliated infront of everyone. Not the first time being beaten up! Hell! I've had worse than these. To be honest,  it happens everyday. Since, I'm the bastard daughter of a prostitute!!!

Ever since I was a kid, I was all alone by myself. The kids from school avoided me as much as they could. Their parents taught them to stay away from me as my mother was a slut and feared they would learn the same from me. Even if a new transfer student arrived, he/she will be warned by the other students. I grew up alone without any friends. But when I reached my middle school, they took it to a whole new version. They started bullying me which often included using harsh and vulgur words, throwing food/mud/stones at me, sometimes even beating me up. I became the official punching bag of almost everyone in the school. They beat me up for reasons that were not even my fault. One time I was beaten up by a boy because his father refused to buy him the latest edition video game. I got my right hand fractured and it took several weeks to heal.

After entering the high school, boys eyed me in a disgusting manner. Their actions and words were more vulgar than before. Because of this, girls started spreading rumors about me seducing and sleeping around with every boy in the school. Some girls used to vent their anger on me saying I'm trying to steal their boyfriends away from them. And the teachers... They don't even give a shit if I'm alive or not. Even though they know everything ,they chose to keep quiet and ignore me completely. Now you somewhat understand my situation right!?

Well, it happens almost everyday. And today, it was Ben! Sly pig! He's the one who bullies me the most. Today, he tried to force himself on me and when  I refused and push him away he slapped me hard causing a cut on my lips. Then punched me on my gut. It hurt alot.

At the canteen, Tina and her minions surrounded me. Apparently, this Tina had a massive crush on Ben. Gross. And when she learnt about what happened today, she couldn't hold her anger in. She pulled me out of my seat and threw me to the floor. Then they all started kicking me like crazy. One of them kick me hard at the place where Ben had punched me earlier. Pain erupted like burning fire. Slowly my vision started getting blurry. From what little senses was still left, I saw Tina holding a cup in her hand. Removing the lid, she emptied the contents on my head as two of them held me up in a kneeling position. I stayed there for awhile not knowing where to hold as my whole body was aching.

As I thought back to the events that happened today my chest swelled up. Pain. Agony. Frustration. Anger. I know I'm helpless in every aspect and that fact angered me the most. I could do nothing but accept everything and cry quietly.

The house was completely quiet and dark. The usual moans and grunts that filled the walls were not heard. I, suppose she is not home yet. Sigh. I got up and headed to bathroom. Since today was my day off at my part time job, I took my time under the cold shower. Then I changed into my pajamas and went down to see if I could find anything to eat. As I was searching through the empty cupboards, the front door opened with a loud thud. It was closed as soon as it was opened.

Jenny, my mom, rushed in as if her ass is on fire. Her red dress barely covering her ass. Her face caked with tons of makeup. Surprisingly, she was on her full sense today which... Was quite unusual. Yes! She is a drug addict. I don't know what it's called but it's a white powder with heavy high dose. I know this as a matter of fact because she forced it on me once when I was a kid. Apparently, the dose was too high for a small kid and I was at the brink of death when my neighbouring old lady, Anna, found me lying unconscious. Even though I was saved, I'm not completely healed. I still have breathing difficulties thanks to that incident.

From what I know, one of her customers introduced her to drugs. From then on, she was so very addicted to it that she even started borrowing money from big loan sharks. Every now and then ,people come banging at our doorsteps asking her to return the money. She somehow manages to escape through seduction techniques. But it won't be long enough when they get tired of it. All the money she earns goes to her dress, makeup and drugs. Sigh. Never once has she cared for me. She never once paid for my school or my clothes or my food. Everything I have is from the part-time job I do at the cafe. It belongs to a friend of Anna. Through her recommendation, I'm given a job with decent pay and food to fill my stomach. In the weekends, I spend my time in her home... Housekeeping. I enjoy her company as she is the only one who treats me well... kindly. I can say she's my only friend despite her age and I love her so much.

Anyway, Jenny hurries to kitchen. Swinging the fridge door open, she takes a bottle of cold water and gulps it down as if she was in a dessert this whole time. With a relieved expression, she puts the bottle back and that's when the door bursts open.

"Shit!", I heard her mutter.