Lea P.O.V

I let out groan when I stepped into the shower. Every part of my body hurts so badly. I look down at my side and saw the big bruise that Nate left me yesterday. 

A cry escape my lips when I touched it. 

Why me? 

Why do I have to get hurt every time? I fell against the shower wall and cried my eyes out. Blood from the wounds on my legs and arms stream down the drain. 

It was awful. 

I couldn't do anything the defend myself against him. All I could do was curl up in a ball and cry waiting for the beatings to stop. 

I felt the fear again. 

The fear of being helpless and I didn't like it one bit. I lean my forehead against the cold wall and let out a shaky breath followed by a sob. I hate being this vulnerable. 

Every time I close my eyes I see it all happening again. 

"Nobody can help you now." Nate growled in my ear. 

I let out a scream when he throw me to the ground. 

"It wasn't smart to leave your window open Lea. Someone can come in and hurt you." 

He left up his leg and kicked me in the side. I scream before clutching my side. "

Stop Nate. Please what did I ever do to deserve this." 

I look up at him through my watery eyes. Slowly he kneel down and whisper. 

"You did nothing, but he did." 

Before I could asked him who he was he grab a knife and cute my arm. 

"No stop!" 

He sat on top of me holding me in place. 

"Nate stop!" I screamed when he moved the knife over my other arm. 

He stopped with what he was doing and looked back down at me. He tilted his head to the side and a smirk came to his face. 

"You're right let's stop the cutting." 

I let out a sigh of relief when I saw that he put the knife away. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. I let out a sob and watch how he brought the lighter to the cigarette in his mouth. I never knew that he smoked. He didn't do it when we were dating. 

"You know Lea I really enjoyed those months that you were gone." 

I let out a shaky breath while looking up at him. 

"No drama, no fighting, no killings. Everything was normal, but then you came back and my life when to hell." 

I look at the cuts on my arm and saw that a lot of blood was running out of it. If I survive this I have no idea how to explain that to Rose. 

Nate blow some smoke out before speaking up again. 

"Maybe I need to make your life a living hell." 

I let out a gasp when the burning part of the cigarette touched my leg. A scream escape my lips and more tears began to leave my eyes. The smell of burning flesh and the sound of my skin sizzling made me want to throw up. 

He pulled it away from my skin and got off of me. 

I didn't know where to put my hand up first. The cuts that where sting like hell or the burn wound that still felt like a cigarette was burning it. 

"Remember Lea." 

I look up through my watery eyes and saw Nate standing outside my window. 

"This is going to happen every day. I will keep my word and I will make your life a living hell." 

I slide down the cold shower wall and landed on my knees. I can't go through that again. I don't want to go through that again. I will see him in school today, but that will make everything harder. 

My stomach turn at the thought of going to school and facing him. 

I turn of the shower and stood back up. I wrapped the towel tightly around my shivering body and stepped out the shower. Maybe I can convince Rose that I'm sick. 

I'm feeling nauseous and I have a feeling that I wanna throw up. 

Quickly I put on some legging and a shirt before walking out of my room. I hope she would let me stay home. I can handle the stress now. Not now. 

"Good morning."

Rose said with a smile when she saw me walking into the kitchen. To my surprise Aaron wasn't here. He most of have left already. 

"Hey." I whisper my voice still hoarse from all the screaming I did yesterday. 

"You're okay? You look a little pale." 

The room began to spin around me and I had to put my hand on the wall to keep me from falling. The nauseous feeling came back and quickly run to the sink. 

I hadn't eat anything last night but still I throw up what was left. A hand rubbed my back while I try to catch my back. I was breathing heavily still leaning over the sink. 

"Rose can I..." 

She cut me off by speaking up. 

"It's okay Lea you can stay home. Go upstairs and lay down." 

I nodded my head before pulling away from the sink. 

Slowly I began to make my way to my room. I rub my hand over my stomach not feeling all to well. The stress really make me sick. 

My stomach felt a little bit swollen which is normal for me now. 

When I was fifteen I had so much stress for going to high school I couldn't eat much. Even though I didn't eat much I still throw up a lot. 

My stomach was swollen too and we had to go to the doctor for it. He gave me some pills and eat needed to take it easy. 

It eventually when away when the I stopped with stressing out and I could eat normal again. I came in my room and fell down in my bed. 

I let out a long sigh burring my face in my pillow. All I wanna do now is sleep, but I better call my mom first and asked if she still have some of those pills to help me again. 

On second thought I rather let Rose call her. 

I mean she forgot my birthday and I haven't hear from her in over a month. I bet their happy that I'm gone. 

I mean who want a daughter who is fucked up like me.