MUTE AND ABUSED MATE
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Fleurie's point of view:

"GET DOWN AND MAKE MY BREAKFAST, YOU WHORE!" I don't thinkthat's how most people wake up. The scumbag here is dumping hotwater on you as my flesh is peeling off my body.

My alarm may have broken, and guess who broke it, CORRECT, thescumbag who calls himself a father.

This scumbag here wouldn't allow me to call him dad, but he did wantme to address him as "sir" when he first started, and he didn't stop untilI quit talking.

I did not have a really pleasant or enjoyable childhood or youth. I getup so quickly that the ache spreads throughout my entire body.

I went to the bathroom, peeled off my wet clothing along with mypeeled skin, and sat in the warm water. My muscles began to relax.

I'm using my eucalyptus mint shower gel to wash my body and mypeeling skin.

I took a step outside, brushing the steam off the mirror. Blue bruisesbeneath my eyes, wounds on my nose and under my chin, and bruisesand cuts all over my arms.

Dark dirty blonde hair that reached my mid-back, dull lifeless forestgreen eyes, a slender body that revealed my ribs and a good portion ofmy spine, all thanks to that scumbag who refuses to feed me.

I cover it up with leggings and an oversized grey sweater.

running downstairs to make the traditional three eggs, a pile of bacon,and a can of beer I called the scumbag by softly touching his shoulderas he sipped from his whiskey glass; he started eating; I couldn't move; Ihad to stand until he finished.

It's also the first day of school for me.

"Hear me carefully, you little bitch, if you talk to anyone or tell themanything, I will rip your fucking guts out,” he shouted as he pushed me.I nodded, not daring to look him in the eyes.

"Go, and if you're late, I'll come pulling you back to the house by yourhair.” Still gazing down, I nodded.

I put on my worn-out Converse and walked to school with my hoodpulled up to hide the majority of my face.

I'm not looking forward to going to school. As customary for the otherschools, they will make jokes about me, ridicule me, call me mute, andother derogatory terms.

The school came into view, and it appears that I am late because noone is outside. I made my way down the deserted corridor to reception.The receptionist is an elderly lady with red hair pulled back in a loosebun, enormous and heavy glasses mounted on her nose, and a freckledface.

To gain her attention, I tapped on the table. She raised her head,peering at me, wondering why there was a student absent from class,but I think she realized I was new here because her face lit up withrecognition.

"Are you? I'm guessing the new girl?" I nodded when she asked."Fleurie Collison?" I confirmed by nodding.

"Here, take your schedule, locker number, and school map; your firstclass is math, so proceed to room 12C," I said as I nodded.

Walking down the opposite hallway and stopped in front of theclassroom with 12C written on the door. We're at it again.