"Ashton! Get your fat ugly self down here and get me a beer!" I heard my father yell at me.
"Coming!" I frantically ran out of my room and into the kitchen. CRAP, CRAP, CRAP!!!!!! We're out of beer he's gonna kill me!!!
I nervously walked into the living room. "Dad, we're out of beer." I said waiting for him to beat me, but he didn't.
"Then get your fat ugly ass up and go get some." He yelled at me.
I always hated this time of the week( no girls this is not what you think). It's when I had to steal his beer for him.
When I got home he found out that it was the wrong kind, they were out of the kind he usually gets.
He was furious I could see it in his eyes. He grabbed my long black curly hair and pulled me into the kitchen, toward the stove he turned it on hi and tied me to a chair he was waiting for the stove to heat up.
He stared into my violet eyes( like on the cover). Then he walked out. I was there for about 20 minutes until he came back in with a gag so I couldn't scream for help.
He grabbed my wrist and I winced in pain, God it hurt like hell. I forgot to mention but I cut.
"Now you'll remember to get me the right kind of beer!" I could smell the alcohol on his breath and clothes.
"No please don't." I pleaded for mercy. "What did I ever do to you?"
"You made your mother leave with our perfect son. Now I'm stuck with you, you little bitch. You should have died when you had the chance." He put in the gag so I couldn't yell or scream.
He took my forearm and pressed it against the steal burner, I tried to yell but it came out muffled. It burned so bad I blacked out.
When I woke I was still in the kitchen I guess I was out for about 3 or 4 days.
My dad was probably out with his friends, getting drunk and hiring strippers and hookers. At least once a week he brings home a strange woman, he's a sick son of a bitch.
I saw that it was 6:30 and school starts at 8:00. I had to get ready. I pealed myself off of the floor and went up stairs. I grabbed my blade and made 5 fresh cuts on my wrist.
After I took a shower and got dressed in my ripped op jeans and a black t-shirt, with a red broken and bleeding heart. I'm kinda emo.
I get bullied in school a lot by all of the popular girls, and the jocks beat me up and make fun of my scared wrist.
"Hey there slut." Aria the mean girl said.
I kept my head down and kept walking when someone grabbed my t-shirt and pulled me back to face them.
"Answer when my girlfriend talked to you!" Jake a football( soccer) player shouted at me.
"O-okay, please don't hurt me." I begged.
"Go die bitch." He pushed me to the ground, laughing.
I cried while I got my books up off the pavement. I walked to the school gate and got to my locker when another girl came up to me, Jordan. Uh, I hate her she's worse than anyone.
"Sup, whore." She smirked at me evilly.
"Hey, bitch." I replied, I was so tired off her shit, running around like she owned the damn place.
"You have no right to call me that!" She screamed at me. I could smell her nauseating perfume even before I could see her, gross.
"What?! So, you can call me that but I can't?!" I slammed her ip against a locker, that was so not like me at all normally I would be the one who was getting slammed up against the locker.
"S-sorry?" She said but it came out more as a question than an apology. I let her go and walked away.
When I got to English, my first period class. I sat down.
1 English, Mrs. Carter
2 Math, Mrs. Albano
3 Study Hall, Mr. Howard
4 Lunch, Dr. Smith
5 Social Studies, Mrs. Miller
6 Science, Dr. Smith
7 Physical Education, Coach Brooks
So that's my schedule. My favorite teacher is Dr. Smith, but my favorite class is P.E.
In English we sit in pairs but we have an odd number so I sit by myself, I don't mind though. To me it's better to sit by yourself when you have no friends, then to sit by a bully.
After the morning announcement
I was called to the office by the principal, Dr. Lackey. She's Jordan's mom, we'll this is gonna be fun! * sarcasm*
After she explained that for my actions I have 3 days suspension and detention for the other 2 days of the week, Dad's gonna kill me.
I went to my locker got my bag and went home.
"You bitch, I just a phone call you're suspended!" He grabbed my black curls with blue ends, and pulled me out of the door.
Once I realized where we were going, the woods behind the house, we have no neighbors, I bet you know why so no one cane hear me scream.
We stopped by an old oak tree. My dad picked up a large limb and hit me in the stomach. I groaned in pain then screamed out very loudly.
"Shut up!" He hissed at me, I did what I was told.
He repeatedly punched me and kicked me and hit me with the limb. When I thought I was gonna die a strong force ripped my dad off of me.
I couldn't see them because the edges of my vision was black and I couldn't make it focus.
I could tell that the person had knocked out my dad because I heard the punching and groans of pain stop.
The person came up to me and said something that I couldn't make out.
He picked me up bridal style. With my last ounce of strength I looked up and saw a familiar pair of bright blue eyes.