I held my books against my chest as I walked up the stairs on my way to my first class in the senior year.

School just resumed and since it's my last year I just want it to be as peaceful as the previous years which usually included me not talking to anyone apart from my friend Paige and used to being ignored by half of the school.

Most people don't even know I attend the same school as them but I can't blame them, I'm not the sociable one.

My mom passed on three years ago and left me with a drunkard for a father. He didn't attend her funeral nor ever visited her at the cemetery, it made me wonder if he ever loved her. She would always get beaten by him for the slightest things, if his dinner wasn't made before he got home or if it was cold she would get a slap on the face or the belt. I also got hit sometimes but most times she would shield me and get beaten instead.

But now that she's gone, there's no one to protect me from his wrath. He comes home drunk most times and hits me with anything he can lay his hands on. I come to school with a bruised face and a busted eye most times which makes me unattractive. I mean let's face it who would date a girl with a busted face.

The authorities in Riverdale High don't seem to care, I'm often invisible and I try to hide the scars as smartly as possible.

Paige doesn't know about it. I just cover-up by saying I'm too clumsy or I got hit by a thief. I don't think she believes me most times, she just doesn't want to bother me for the truth I guess.

I wouldn't say I'm a geek but I'm school smart, I don't smile often because I have nothing to smile about. I dress casually and I'm not bullied in school just really ignored. I'm an introvert and I don't say much. I've been taught to say less because talking usually earns me a slap by my dad.

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I grabbed my schedule and headed to my homeroom. In homeroom, the teacher started her annual speech of how much fun we would have as long as we behaved. Same old boring talk. After her speech, I waited at my desk and waited for the bell to ring. The teacher excused us to the first period as I stood up to leave the class I felt an arm wrapped around my neck and looked to see a grinning Paige by my side.

"Hey Lilia, ready for the last year in this hell hole?" Paige asked. Paige has been my best friend for three years now. She has this warm personality. She's always smiling and cheerful unlike me. I've done a few sleepovers at her house and she is pretty cool. Her mom is a doctor and works at night shift most times so she loves me coming to her house for sleepovers so she wouldn't have to sleep alone.

Paige fantasises a lot and her major fantasies are about Kyle Rogers the school's baddie. I mean I can't blame her and other girls who drool over him, he is like a sex god. His body is the definition of perfection but I know, he would never have anything to do with a low-life like me so I don't even bother but that doesn't mean I can't steal a few glances at him.

"Sure," I said with a weary smile.

"What happened to your lip it looks busted," Paige asked, pointing to my bottom lip while I look into her brown eyes trying to come up with something to say but nothing comes out of my mouth.

"Never mind let's go we'll be late for History," Paige told me and I nodded. I guess she figured I have nothing to say and even if I did I would just say the same old lies.

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"Good morning Mr. Stevens," I frowned as I entered the classroom; it was starting to fill up as I took my seat.

Don't get me wrong I like history it's just that Mr. Stevens makes it hard for us to learn. He keeps a stern face while teaching and doesn't entertain questions, he is given the nickname Mr. Sucker unknown to him. He isn't nice and he's grading isn't fair. I remember last year when we were given a topic by him to work on. I worked so hard on the project and got a C and when I went to him to complain about my grade he told me that because I had typographical errors he marked me down and that since I had the effrontery to question him about my grade I get a D. I hate him.

The class was going on until when he walked in; Kyle Rogers, the school's bad boy. He's quite the player and a sadist. He walks around with his two friends Caleb and Sawyer. He keeps this cold face each time and has girls swooning over him. He's the most popular boy in Riverdale High along with Caleb and Sawyer who are also players. His presence brings trouble.

"Glad you decided to join us, Kyle," said Mr. Stevens. Kyle didn't say anything, he just walked to the back of the class and sat looking uninterested. I can't blame him though this class isn't interesting.

After Mr. Stevens' rants and blabs about the World Wars, the class finally ended and I was so happy to leave with Paige.

"Did you see Kyle?!" Paige asked while bouncing like an excited three-year-old.

"Yeah?" I replied, unsure of what she would say next.

"He looked so hot! I mean how can a guy be that h..." Just as Paige was about to finish her sentence he walked past us and I couldn't help but look at his face, it looked so emotionless, I got scared and bowed my head quickly while he continued to walk away.

"And scary," I muttered.

"So how was your summer?" Paige asked.

I was about to reply until I heard the bell ring. "What class do you have next?" Paige took a look at her schedule & replied, "Math."

"Oh I have English and I'll tell you about my summer at lunch."

"Okay see you at lunch," she said and walked away.

The first subjects flew like a breeze. When it was finally lunch I went to the cafeteria and sat at the table in the back.

The lunchroom filled up and Paige came in and sat with me. "So how were your classes?" she inquired trying to kill the silence.

"Well, in English Miss Lisa decided that I should sit by Sawyer so he can learn by my example. Aside from getting death glares from almost every girl in the room it was fine."

"Oooh..." she trailed off, "But how was sitting next to Sawyer?"

"I thought you only liked Kyle?" Now I'm confused.

"I do but they too are rich & hot," She smiled. I rolled my eyes at her comment.

BRIIIINNNGGG!!! The bell rang so Paige and I said our goodbyes and went for our next class.

The second half of school went by so fast and Paige is always my ride home from school. The car was silent until Paige decided to create a little noise by turning on the radio. She got to my house and I jumped down thanking her for the ride.

"See you in school tomorrow Lilia," Paige grinned. I nodded and pulled out a forced smile till she drove off. Don't get it twisted I like Paige I mean she's my only friend but smiling isn't my thing.

I took out the house key from my bag, fixed it into the keyhole and twisted it, "Thank God he isn't home," I sighed loudly. I walked into the house and saw it in a mess. Beer bottles everywhere, his clothes scattered all over the place, the coffee table upside down, plates in the sink, this is the definition of a pigsty.

"Just a year more and you off to college Lilia," I comforted myself.

Men like my dad should not be given the chance to marry or have kids, hell they shouldn't even be born at all, they are just animals who think violence is the way. I hate him, I hate his guts.

I settled my bag down and started work. I took all his clothes to the laundry room and into the machine to wash. While it was washing, I headed to the sitting room to vacuum and clean.

Thereafter to the kitchen to wash the dishes. After two and a half hours of cleaning, the house was spotless. I smile to myself and headed to my room to take a shower. In the bathroom, I stripped and got into the tub. The water is hot, just how I like it. I scrubbed my body and got out just in time to dress and do my homework. I set my books on the table and looked through them, Logarithm? This would be fun.

After an hour of solving for "x", I settled my book down to have a nap. With my back on the bed, I started to think of how my life would have been without a father like this. Maybe my mom would still be alive or I would have had a boyfriend and more friends. I slowly started to drift to sleep but I was awakened by a voice yelling my name.

"Lilia! Lilia, you bitch where are you?!" I immediately recognized the voice like my father's and rushed to where he was.

"Yes sir," I answered while looking at his face, he was drunk again and his eyes were threatening. Suddenly I felt a sharp sting on my left cheek. He had slapped me.

"How many times have I told you to never look at my face when I'm talking to you?!" He yelled so hard my ears stung. "You bitch you never learn!" and with that, he grabbed me by my hair and pushed me to the wall. I hit my head on the wall and began crying. He kicked, cursed, punched and I begged for him to stop but he didn't.

"Please, please I'm sorry," I sobbed, begging him to stop but he just continued to hit harder.

"You never listen just like your insolent mother!"

Just when I thought he won't stop he stopped and started walking away but not before he said, "Make me dinner," I was left in pain and tears.

How was my first chapter? Please vote & comment on your ideas. I still don't know the characters to use. Feel free to suggest. The picture above is of Lilia played by Kaia Gerber.

I know Cole Sprouse's image isn't the definition of a total bad boy but please let's just make do with him.

I think humans like Lilia's father are supposed to never be born. Thank you for reading my first chapter and I hope you stay to the end. xoxo guys.