Love or Death

Life is a choice you either live it or die.

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1. Chapter 1

Summers P.O.V//

"SUMMER GET THE HELL UP NOW!!!"

Yup, that's how I wake up to every morning. There is no "hunny wake up I made you breakfast" nope no there isn't any of that it's all "SUMMER UP NOW YOUR NO BREAKFAST" blahblahblah I can make my own breakfast I'm not helpless thank very much. But I guess at least I have a mother that cares for me I should be happy and I am. But I'm not very happy about my father or should I say step father. My real father died when I was 2 years old I don't really remember him at all I don't even know what he looks like. Mom said it would be better if I didn't know what he looked like.

"Yeah yeah I'm up mom" I yell. I walk over to my closet and pull out a peach colored blazer and a white sparkly top with peach colored skinny jeans. As I walk to my door I look at a poster with my favorite boy band One Direction. God I love them and music and there british and Irish accents and well lets just say I love everything about them. And I mean everything too hehe I have a dirty mind.

"Hey mom, VAS HAPPENIN!!??" I say

"Making you and your siblings breakfast while thinking how wierd you are." she says while cracking eggs.

"Thank you mom I get it all from you."

"Ok well I guess you do." she says chuckling.

"Hey sexy." say David as he kisses my mom on the cheek.

"Eww get a room." screams my brother Trevor.

"Now son this is my house I can do whatever I like around here and if you don't like then you can get ass out of here." say David.

"David he's only 7 and you just told him to get his ass out of here." I say as I try not to get bacon grease on my outfit.

"How many times have I told you to call me dad not David." he scream as he steps closer to me.

"But your not my father so why should I?" I asked as I slip on my white converse.

"What the hell did you just say to me?" he screams as he raises his arm ready to slap me across the face.

"I said yes dad yes." I scream as I cover my face as he beats on me. Finally he stopped long enough that i could get the hell out of the house. I hate him god every time I correct him or ask him a question that he can't anwser he beats on me. That's why I always wear long pants and long sleeve shirts so no can see the scars and bruises I have. I can't wait till next year I'm finally 18 and I'm graduating but I'm not looking forward to this summer. I'm going to be stuck at home with David and the problem is my mom is to scared to do anything. She scared that his going to hurt her but I'm the only one in the family that gets hurt by him and only me too I have a younger sister that is 14 why not hit her in stead of me.

As I run to the bus stop I'm trying not think of what happened this morning. "Let's think school today is the last day of school it should be fun." I wisper to my self as I step on the bus.
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