Fighting To Survive

Alice, or Ally, has to fight to survive. Her past doesn't look all that good, but her future might when the Bad Boy notices her.

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4. I Cried

I couldn't have been more wrong. I could barely wake up from how tired I was. Not to mention I was hungry and sore. But I had to get up and go to school. Alex, my older brother, would have wanted me to get a good education and to grow up and be successful.

Climbing down the stairs was a hard task. It took me 10 minutes to climb down them. My wrist yelled in agony from having to put pressure on it.

"Alice." I heard someone say my name. My head snapped in the direction of my father. This was the first time he said my name in a long time. Actually this is the first time he's talked to me in a long time.

"Yeah...?" I asked, not knowing what to say.

"What happened to you?" He asked. I looked down. My black skinny jeans and black hoodie covered all the bruises on my body. Sadly they didn't cover up the bruises and cuts on my face.

"Nothing." I said as I slowly walked to the kitchen and grabbed an apple.

"You need more food than that." He said as he sat down at the small dining table.

"When did you start caring?" I mumbled under my breath as I rolled my eyes.

"I'm your father! I've always cared about you!" He said sternly as he looked at me.

"Did you care about me last night when mom beat me up? Did you care about me when I was on the street fighting so we can have food and a house? Did you care when I was alone at night crying my self to sleep?" I asked as I raised an eyebrow. I didn't raise my voice or lower it. It stayed the same, in a dull buzz.

"Well I was busy..." He said as he looked at the table.

"Busy doing what? Sleeping with women to forget about your family? Because you sure as hell weren't busy doing the right things." I said. He didn't even bother to say anything because he knew I was right. I smirked and huffed. I then walked out the front door.

Well this morning started crappy. I thought as I continued my walk to school.

Turns out, Barrett couldn't come to school because his mother took him to a doctors appointment. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I was lonely. That is, until William decided to bug me throughout the day.

"When are you going to tell me your name?" He asked as he sat down beside me. It was lunch time, and I was hoping to get away from the jerk but my luck hated me.

"Never." I said as I ate an orange. Anything was better than an apple right now.

"Why not?" He asked a he are his hamburger. I tried so hard not to stare at his food. But my mouth would water at the sight of food.

"Do you want some?" He asked as he pushed his tray full of fries towards me. My stomach was screaming yes but my pride wouldn't let me.

"No thanks. I don't want an STD." I said as I pushed it back.

"Why don't you ever eat?" He asked as he took a huge bite in his hamburger. I looked down at my peeled orange and started to eat, ignoring his question.

He raised his eyebrow at me, probably waiting for me to answer.

"Why don't you go sit with your friends and your girl toys? Just leave me alone! How many times do I have to ask you!" I sighed as I ate a slice of orange.

"I'll leave you alone today if you tell me your name." He compromised.

"You leave me alone forever and I will tell you my name." I argued back. He shook his head.

"No can do." He said as his blue eyes smiled at me. His black hair would get in his eye and he would run his fingers through his hair to push it away.

"Why not?" I asked as I took another slice and ate it.

"Because I like yo too much." He said. I almost choked on my orange. William grinned at me and patted my back which made me flinch away from him.

"Why don't you like other people touching you?" He asked as he eyed me closely. I started to wiggle in my seat which made my body groan in protest.

"Reasons." And with that, I got up and left the cafeteria and went to the girls locker room to get away from him. I'll admit that he's sweet and cute but there is no way in hell he could like me. Or that I can like him. If he ever found out about my life at home, all hell would break lose. I can't lose my family, no matter how much they hurt me.... I can't lose them. For the first time in a long time, I cried.

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