It's my third class for today and I must say, I have been enjoying it. It is one of the only places where I feel safe and at peace, because studying and learning was never a burden for me since I am not able to do that a lot these past few weeks. Or years. But thank god that I like it, because sitting here at the back of the class with no friends would probably be a suicide mission if I didn't like class.

Everything was fine, well that was until there was a knock on the classroom door, which annoyingly interrupted our maths teacher that was solving a problem on the white board. He opens the classroom door and talks to someone I couldn't see who it was, but what I did know is that it seemed to worry my teacher, as a worried look washed over his face.

Seconds later, he closes the door on the person, before he turns around to the class, his eyes searched for someone until it lands one person. Me. Shit.

"Magnolia. Your brother needs to see you right now. It's about your mother...I think something happened at home" he says unsure and I look at him with a feared expression that try nevertheless to hide. Nothing is wrong at home, I already know it. My foster brother just wants me out of this class, so he could let all his anger out on me, there is no doubt.

I quickly pack my stuff up and walk in a fast pace outside of my class with my head hung low, because making Nick wait is the worst mistake I could ever do.

When I close the door behind me, Nick who was waiting behind the door, immediately grabs me tightly by my wrist and pulls me harshly towards the exit to the back of the school. I want to pull back and run in the opposite direction, but I have no way out of this. I look at his face filled with anger and fear takes over the best of me.

"Fucking hell, can you walk faster bitch." He spits out, watching out to keep his voice low, so I only follow his order. He finally stops walking when we get outside in a closed corner where nobody usually is. He knows the spots were curious eyes wouldn't wander.

And within seconds, he harshly slams me on the wall with a tight grip on my shirt, making me hit my head on the hard surface. He continues to assault me and I have to stop myself from screaming when he kicks me in the stomach, to which I fall to the floor.

"The teacher gave me a fucking C for the homework I had to hand in last week." Nick grits out venom laced in his voice, before kicking me in the face. "That's all your fault ! You were supposed to do better." He spits at me once again and pulls me up from the ground.

"I-I'm s-sorry." I stutter and try to hold the tears that are threatening to fall, because if I cry he will only make it worse at home.

"You slut ! You can't make a single thing right in your life. You are a worthless piece of shit Magnolia." He yells and grabs me by my neck. I try to loosen his grip on my throat so I could breath, but he ends up only tightening it.

He finally lets go, when I am second away from passing out, resulting in me crumbling down on the floor.

"Be at the car in 5 minutes and if you are a second later, I swear I will make your life so much worse." He growls, before leaving me in the corner alone to probably smoke a cigarette.

As soon as he is gone, the tears stats to fall down my cheeks and my body shakes violently from the shock. I hold onto my painful stomach for a while, until I finally build up the courage to lift my shirt up and look at the damage he caused once again. I wasn't even healed from the last beating and he had to put an extra layer on it. I winced when I see the purple bruise already forming next to my previous bruises and cuts. Why me ? What did I do wrong. He was never like this before.

I was 10 when I first got put in their family, hopping from foster home to foster home before that. The Cambells. It was a living hell there. The parents were nothing but abusive, alcoholics and violent. It was not my home and it never will be. Even the foster homes I was in before where a hundred times better than this one. I don't even know why they still keep me with them, they hate me so much.

At first Nick was a sweet and a caring foster brother, but after three years of me living with them, he became just like his parents. Abusive. He used to just come into my room and slap me for no particular reason. I don't know what happened to him to change him like that so suddenly. But I figured that I probably deserve it.

At school he acts like he cares about me and everyone is jealous that I have a brother like that, but they don't know the truth. The real him.

But what I know for sure is that if they keep on going like this, I won't be able to fight for my life for much longer. I have nothing to live for anyways. Not after the night my parents died in front of me.

At least when I turn eighteen, if I ever turn eighteen, I will leave this place behind and never come back. I swear.

I snap back to reality, slowly lifting myself up from the ground thanks to the wall and I start to walk towards Nick's car in the school parking lot. I try my best not to limp or let out a cry at each step I make, because I couldn't bring any suspicions. When the car finally comes into my view, I see Nick with a pissed off look leaning against his car. When he sees me he lets his cigarette fall to the floor, as he steps on it and gets in his car, waiting for me to get in. As soon as I get in, the car drives off back to the place I call hell.