Chapter Eleven~A Flawed Plan

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I opened the door to the orphanage, the lights being off, because everyone was probably asleep by now. I walked in, slipping my shoes off at the entrance, and turning on the light, when I heard a voice straight out of my nightmares.

"Well, hello, Valeria. Long time no see."

Jason Owens.

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Okay, so this chapter has some sensitive abusive content. We would never want any of our readers to feel uncomfortable, so skip it over, and I'll give a recap next chapter to catch you up. For the rest of you, enjoy!

                        "Unburn the ashes
                             Unchain the reactions, I'm not ready to die, not yet"

"Jason... What are you doing here?" I stammered. My heart was beating so heart against my chest I thought it was actually going to pop out. 

Jason Owens. Where do I even start? He was the owner of the orphanage. My orphanage. He was one of the richest men in New York. People adored him because they thought he was so amazing as he took ownership of an orphanage. But that isn't true. He only did it for the money and the fame. I'm one  of the people not phased by his act, because I knew the real him, I didn't want to but I did. 

Before my dad left, the two of them were very close to each other, but with me, he hated me. I knew why too. I reminded him too much of my mother and he was in love with her, also considering the fact that he adored my father, I was his next victim. 

I had gone through years of silent torture from him, not telling anyone because he threatened to take the orphanage away from my aunt and knowing him he'd do exactly that if a single word ever came out of my mouth about it. 

It got worse as I got older, then the abuse wasn't just verbal but started becoming physical. He found me in places where I was all alone so no one would or could ever see what was happening. Now I could practically smell the alcohol from his mouth and I had to hold myself back from gagging. 

"What do you mean? I own this place, don't I?" He slurred, stumbling towards me. I didn't dare move. Maybe if I stayed still and very quiet he would just leave. But deep down I knew better than that, this was Jason and he would not give up. 

He took another step towards me, coming dangerously close and I visibly gulped. I wasn't very good at hiding my expressions. I was scared and he saw right through me. 

"Scared are we? Don't worry my little Valeria, it won't hurt this time." He said his voice cold and distant. 

My little Valeria.

That was what my father called me. Tears pricked the back of my eyes and before I could even process what was happening he grabbed the back of my head and snatched. He pulled my hair down so now I was on my knees. I bit my lip in attempt to swallow down the pain because if I made one noise not only was I a dead girl but this orphanage would become a death trap for the rest of the girls.

"Get up. You honestly disgust me. You look so much like your mother but you act nothing like her. You are a disgrace. If she were here she would so disappointed in you. You think you're so perfect, you think you're so pretty and smart. Well, you're not. You are nothing like your mother and frankly you should be ashamed of yourself. 

It should have been you. You, you were supposed to die. Not your mother, you should have been inside that burning house, not Victoria. Not her. You. " He snarled, clutching harder, I winced. 

I know I shouldn't let his words affect me and I wanted to believe they were a lie but they hit such a deep part in my heart I couldn't help but gasp at them.

 I struggled against his grip in an attempt to do what he told me and got up. My knees shaking with the rest of my body from the pain and the fear both combined.

He snatched my hair again and pulled out a little chunk of it. I gasped when I saw the chunk lying on the ground, but he just slammed me against the wall. My back ached just at the hard contact of the wall and I once again bit down the scream. 

He pulled his fist back sneering at me and before I could even register what he was about to do, I was on the ground clutching my face in pain, tears now freely rolling down my face, and blood streaming down my face. 

Before I could even take a breath he had grabbed me by my neck and slammed me against the wall once again. I whimpered no longer being able to take the pain. This was bad, it had never been this bad before, and I felt so weak because I didn't know what to do. 

His breath fanned my face and I resisted the urge to look away because if I did he would just yank my hair even more. I met his cold blue eyes and he stared right back down at me with an unreadable expression painted on his face. He leaned in and I squirmed, trying to get out of his grasp. His grip only tightened at my attempt to wiggle out and he laughed in my face at my failed attempt. 

I just wanted this to be over. I thought he was gone for good, forever. He gently released me before grabbing the back of my neck and twisted it. Hard. This time I let the tears spill down my cheeks. 

Pain. It was all I felt.

He pushed me to the ground and grabbed his jacket. He was leaving. Thank every god above for saving me. He made his was to the door but turned around and stepped on my stomach. I grunted in pain but he only pressed down harder. That was when the world started going dark and I finally let the darkness and sleep take over. 

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Beep! Beep!

My alarm clock. Ugh. I tried to reach over but a shot of pain went through my head and my neck. I gasped in pain. That's when last night's events all started to come back to me. The party. Kayden's hug. Lastly, Jason Owens. I sighed and realized that he probably carried me over to my room when he learned that I was passed out cold.

 I gently pulled myself out of bed ignoring the pain but it was obviously easier said than done. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and almost gagged at how much of a mess I looked like. My hair was messed up and pulled out of it's hair tie. I gently tugged at the sides and tried my best to make it look presentable but it was a failed attempt because it hurt too much to even move my head right now. 

My green eyes looked bloodshot from all the crying I did last night, my nose was still red from the punch yesterday, and I had dark circles and deep bags under my eyes. No amount of makeup could even begin to fix me right now. 

That's when I saw a huge bruise on my neck. By huge, I mean it was gigantic. It was a combination of black, blue, and purple. It was too big to even cover with makeup. I cringed and gently lifted up my T-shirt to see a huge red bruise on my stomach. I gasped, it looked horrendous and felt even worse. 

For a moment I considered not going to school, to avoid further pain, but that would mean letting him win, letting him have that satisfaction of hurting me so bad that I couldn't get up the next day, and let me tell you something.

Valeria Grace does not lose. That is just something she refuses to do. 

So I picked myself up, plastered my fakest smile, and told myself, 

You are made of steel, and no one can break you. 

Yet, as I said those words, I felt more like glass at the moment than steel.

Taking a deep breath and releasing it, I walked to my closet and decided to just wear a simple hoodie and black tights. I went to pull it out of its pile and my gaze landed on another jacket that sure wasn't mine.

It was Kayden's. I had never returned it after that day we had ran in the rain like maniacs. The memory replaced the frown on my face with a small smile as I hopped in the shower. I let the warm water hit the bruise and it burned but I ignored the pain.

 When I got out of the shower, I quickly pulled on my outfit and sat down with all the make-up I owned, which wasn't much. I looked in the mirror and started to cover up the gigantic bruise on my neck. It literally burned every time I touched it but there wasn't anything I could do at this point. Moving hurt, for heaven's sake. But for each stab of pain I remembered that I am doing this for my little girls and for Charlotte.

After about 15 minutes of a lot of hard work and wincing I finally managed to cover up the bruise and make it look, well, not so visible. It wasn't amazing handiwork but what did you really expect when it came to me?

I pulled open another drawer and pulled out a bottle of painkillers. I popped one in my mouth and took a huge sip of water hoping that it would be enough for the next couple of hours. If I felt like crap afterwards, than I would go the nurse claiming I had a fever and she would let me go home. 

Sounds like a plan! Let's do this! 

My brain tried to hype me up. It took me like five minutes to just climb down the stairs. This is sad. When Maddie saw me coming down the steps and saw little limp she looked at me suspiciously. And that was not good.

"What happened to you?" Maddie asked.

My mind searched for some excuse I could tell her to make her believe me. I should have thought of this. Usually when this happened, I claimed I had my period and I'd stay up in my room for the time period it took to heal and no one would bother me. That plan always worked but now I didn't know what I would tell Maddie. What would I tell the twins'? What would I tell Lilly?


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