A Walk Through Hell *ABANDONED*

John, Henry 1 through 8, Bill, The guy who looked like a horse, and now Tom.  That would be only a few of my mother's extensive history of men.  Ever since My dad left her, she's bounced from man to man, in hopes that she'd find the right one, and now, to the naked eye you would believe that she had.  He was kind, had an ungodly amount of money, wanted to marry her, and over all was just one kick ass dude....Except for the fact that he hits me...hard. Not to mention the countless nights my mother has worked late, and he's snuck into my room and done things to me I'd rather not get into; And maybe that's why I'd lost all of my friends.  I guess being abused both sexually and physically, not to mention the verbal threats, really does change a person.  The people I didn't push away, ditched me for better, cooler people.

It was the cool thing to do, to make fun of me.  They'd even gone as far as to make a facebook group about me "We hate Liz Brokesby" it was called.  Which I guess I wouldn't have minded, if my ex best friend Kate hadn't joined it.  She was the only person I ever told about Tom. Ha! What a mistake that was.   

"Liz.... Liz, HEY LIZ. "  I broke out of my trance.  

"Huh?"  I said. 

I look at my friend Paul...Er, Correction.  My only friend.  Paul was a skinny white kid, who wore specialty rayband perscriptions.  He thought they made him look cooler, which I guess they would have, if it wasn't for the fact that his face really wasn't made for them, or the fact that they were to wide for his scronny little nose.  

"God Liz, you're really out of it today. Did you even hear what I said?"  He waves his hand in front of my face, and even let's out a few snaps.

"I'm really sorry, I was day dreaming again. What did you say?" I let out a 'forgive me?' smile, and he just shakes his head.

"I said, Would you like to come to my place for a while? Or do you think you know who will be upset?" 

"You know who isn't home this week." I smile. 

Paul knew how much it hurt me to hear the name of the man who hurts me so, he avoided it as much as possible. Which I suppose is why we were such good friends. Paul never imposed on my choices to stay at home with that man, unlike Kate had tried to do.  She'd pressed me so much, that even hearing her name killed me.   Hearing anything about a time before Tom always did hurt. It hurt the way it hurts when you lose an arm in the war, or get taken to auchwitz by the nazis. Yeah, it hurt like that.  

"But I should be getting home anyway, my mom needs me to babysit Caroline. See'ya."

I solute Paul, and we part ways as he makes a left and continue to walk straight. Though my home was no where near close to the school, I'd always been much more fond of walking. It kept me away from Tom, and closer to my friend.   

The next morning I awoke to the sound of a bed pumping.  The springs begged for mercy, my mother doing the same.  "Welcome home." I rolled my eyes, applying mascara and then throwing on a pair of jeans.  My shirt muffled my mothers moans as I pulled it over my head, and I savored the moment.  If you'd told me a year ago that I would wake up almost every morning to that, I would have laughed in your face.    I climbed out my window, and shimmied down the drain.  I picked the book bag I'd thrown down from my window and continued on my way.  Paul and I never walked to school together, which was possibly due to the fact that Paul never actually walked to school.  Paul ran to school, with 5 minutes to spare, if you were at all curious.  I always left early, because I would have rather not endured much more of my mother's moaning and groaning. 

I sat in my first period english class, my teacher grading papers or whatever it is that teachers do when you walk in.  Soon the first bell rung, and people filed in.  The usual suspects, the nerds, the cool kids, the "we hate liz" kids, and so on and so forth.    But Imagine my surprise when I see a kid with blonde straighted hair, and an under cut roll in.  And I mean that literally, he rolled in, in a pair of healies.   I couldn't take my eyes off this peculiar specicimine.