New Oneshot , Abused .

"What the hell , Selena ?" my boyfriend more yelled then asked i knew he didn't want answers "Who was that boy you were seen with
yesterday?" I knew what was gonna happen before it did . I knew he was gonna beat the shit out of me . But i had no where to go . I had no one to turn towards . At first he seemed sweet and nice. It seemed like he really wanted to get me out of my parents house. And i wanted to go away. Anywhere. Because my dad was a monster just like him. He had beaten me and my mother since i could remember. My mom pretended like everything was okay. And she teached me how to lie too. I had pretended my whole life. I even pretended when my little brother died. All these bruises... We told the police, that some gang had broken into our house. No one could ever find them, because they didn't excist. Now, when i think about it ... I think i should have told the police. Should have told them what was going on. Everything would have been different. But no. I lied . Like my mother told me to. And then, few months later he came along. He was a new student at our school and he gained my trust . I didn’t even tell my best friend, Demi, what was going on at home. I told her i was just a clutch and had fallen off of ladders and staircases and what else. She believed me, but he didn't . And one night, when we were at a party, i got drunk. Not really drunk, but enough to be brave enough. To be brave enough to tell him. So i told Joe everything. He was furious and wanted to punish my dad for what he had done. To me, and my brother. I told him not to. And it stayed like this. Then me and Joe started going out . We went to school together and he picked me up at the end of the street. Not infront of my house, beacause my dad would have freak out if he knew. But soon enough some of his friends asked him what was going on between his daughter and the new kid in town. He was furious when he came home. I had never seen him so mad. And then he beat me. WIth his hands. With his legs. Every inch of my body, that he could see. My mom was in her room. She didn't came out . She just stayed there and heard my screams of pain. And the way my own dad beat me and called me a slut and a whore. That there were rumors going on about me in our small town and that he would not allow me to go around town and sleep with some new kid. I tried to explain, that i hadn't slept with Joe, but it was like i had talked to a stone. Then i passed out . The next thing i remember were these foggy people around me talking something. When i tried opening my eyes they felt really heavy, so i stopped trying. I fell asleep again.
Then i remember my mom infront of the bed. Shaking me to wake up. I opened my eyes and heard her whisper the plan. The plan to get my dad out of the blame. And i went with it . When the police asked questions i told them the plan. When Demi asked i told her the plan. But with Joe ... I told him the truth. He was furious. He told me i could move in with him as soon as I get out of the hospital. I did. And for a few months everything was okay. Besides the tearfelt calls from my mom. She wanted me to come back. I knew why. My dad blamed her for me moving out. Now my mom was the victim of his sadistic ways. And I didn’t do anything. Just like my mother had taught me . I did nothing. And then Joe started beating me . First there were little slaps and he apologized afterwards. I was used to much more and i forgave him. Then he started beting me more and more. He started to link me with my male- friend. So i stopped having them. Like i would have ever cheated on him. The worst part was that i knew some rumours about him and his female „friends“. My life pretty much sucked. Even more then before. I didn’t have no one to turn to. And then there came a new girl in our class. She was really reserved and quiet . And once someone bumped into her, she winced in pain. Like she was really hurting. She ran to the bathroom. I followed her, I still don’t know why, but now I’m glad I did. She was crying. „Miley ?“ I called the girls name. „Go away ! I don’t want to talk,“ She yelled, trying to hold back her tears. I still didn’t know why, but i told her my past. And present. And she told me hers. It was pretty much like mine. And she didn’t have a way out either. We became best friends. We understood eachother.
The day Joe was reffering to. The boy i was seen with. It was David. I had forgotten my wallet at home and he paid for my cappucino. I thanked him. And we walked a little. He was really sweet and easy to talk to. When he asked if we could ever meet again, i said i had a boyfriend. That was all. But Joe didn’t believe my story. He beat me. Like my father had done before him. He was also much stronger then me. But i got away. To the bathroom. And i called the police. I told them what was happening. And they came. I wish i would have done that sooner. Call someone to help me.
I told them everything. And i confessed everything. And then came the court. My father and Joe went to prison , both for 9 years. My Mother was in for 2. I found me a job. I started cleaning houses. I found an apartment. And I told Miley she could move in with me. She found a job aswell. As a waitress. Our life wasn’t perfect, but... It was finally a life .