The Punk

"Those will kill you one day." He said, looking down at out intertwined hands. "I know." I replied silently. "Then why do you smoke them?" he asked, looking at me with a confused look. "Cuz they make me feel alive."


3. Chapter 3

I groaned, trying to run into my house as quietly as I can. But of course me being the clumsiest fucking person on the world, I trip over a rock and let out a little scream bring red head's attention to me.

"Oh, hi Piper!" Michael said, waving to me. I looked at him for a second before walking into my house. "Mom, dad. I'm home." I yelled through the house, getting nothing in response. I groaned and walked into the kitchen to get some grapes. I hate being alone. You'd think since I'm almost always home alone I'd be used to it by now, but no. I hate it. I grab my phone and keys off the counter head back out to my car.

As I walk down my driveway, Michael calls my name, making me turn my head slightly to see the red head boy waving at me. I roll my eyes and continue walking to my car. "So where you are you going?" I heard a voice from behind me, making me jump slightly. I turn around and see Michael standing there with his hands in his pockets.

"I'm on my way to fuck your mom." I snapped. He just stared at me with amusement in his eyes, he chuckled before saying, "That's great. I just finished fucking yours." He replied. "Feisty are we." I said, before I continued  walking to my car. I got into my car and started it as Michael walked up to my window. I pulled out a cigarette as I rolled down the window. I light the cancer stick as Michael sais, "See you when you get back sweet cheeks." He winked at me as I puffed my smoke into his face. He coughed, casing me to smirk. "Don't call me sweet cheeks." Was the last thing I said before I made my way over to Ashton's.



Once I arrived at Ashton's, I walked straight into his house. I mean it's not like he or his parents care. Like me, Ashton's parents are never around either, so to make up for it, we hang out, like all the time. "Ashton baby!" I yelled out. We have this relationship where we call each other stupid pet names like 'babe' or 'baby', but we don't like each other in that type of way, it's a brother-sister relationship, except with friendly flirting. 

"Oh Piper babe! I missed you!" Ashton exclaimed as he ran down the stairs. I ran to him, jumping and wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. "I can't believe I lasted a whole ten minutes without you. I don't know how I survived." He jokingly said. I laughed as he through me on to his couch and sat down, putting my legs on his lap.

"So your parents weren't home?" He questioned. "Nope. But what's new?" I shrugged, grabbing the remote from his coffee table and turning the T.V. on. "Guess who moved in next door." I said to Ashton, but keeping my gaze on the television. "Who?" He asked, starring at the T.V. as well. "You know that new kid Michael?" I asked. He nodded his head, so I continued. "Him. God he's so annoying!" I exclaimed. "He called me sweet cheeks and said he fucked my mom. I mean I had told him I was on my way to fuck his, but I mean still." I ranted, Ashton giggling at me.

When it comes to Ashton, he looks like he could beat the shit out of you cuz he looks really intimidating, but truth be, he couldn't hurt a fly. He is the most gentle and sweet human beings on earth. Hence the giggle.

"I love your giggle." I teased, pinching his cheeks. He swatted my hands away and mumbling a 'shut up' before going back to watching the telly. We continued to watch the telly and just talk for a few more hours until my phone started ringing. I looked at the caller I.D. and groaned, seeing as it was my father.

"Hello?" I snapped. "Don't you use that attitude with me." My father snapped back. I rolled my eyes and sat up. "Whatever? What do you want?" I asked, picking at my nails. "I want you home. Now." He ordered. "Yeah that's not gonna happen, sorry pops." I said. "What the fuck do you mean?! You come home now or you're grounded!" He threatened. I giggled at his threat. "Yeah sure. I'm still not coming home." I said, knowing he'll probably shit bricks when I actually do come home. "I swear to God if you do not come home right now you will get it tonight. I swear." He yelled. My eyes widened at what he had just said.

"A-alright. I'm coming home. Bye." I said and hung up. "I have to go. I love you Ashton. See you tomorrow." I said. I kissed his cheek and left before he could say anything. I jumped in my car and sped home, hoping my father wont follow through with his threat. When I pull up to my driveway, I see Michael sitting on his porch with what looked like a beer.

"Hey sweet cheeks." He greeted me. "Not now asshole." I said as I cautiously made my way to my door. As I walked into my house, I heard the slamming of footsteps coming down the stairs. When I looked up, I saw my father walking towards me with a furious look on his face. Before I could do anything, his hand collided with my face. "Don't you EVER disrespect me again! EVER!" He yelled in my face. I just starred at him emotionless before walking away. Well trying to walk away. MY father grabbed my arm before throwing me up against the wall.

"Answer me when I'm talking to you!" He yelled. "Okay." I replied, trying to not show any sign of terror on my face, knowing that that will only make me more vulnerable. He gave my face one last slap before walking away. This isn't really unusual. It started when I was nine. He only ever hits me when I disrespect him. Which me being me, is quite a lot. Now I know what you're thinking, 'why don't you call the police?' or 'why don't you go live with Ashton or just move out?' Well that's because what's the pint of calling the cops on my father if there is no mark or no bruise?

He was smart. He knew not to leave a bruise, knowing that is the only way he could be arrested. I know that's still not a good enough excuse, but I'm tough. It's not like I take it out on my self, like self harm or not eating. No, I take boxing, which helps a lot. But I also have Ashton to help me out as well.

When I knew my father was in his room, I walked out side and sat on the curb and smoked a cigarette. I felt a presence behind, causing me to turn around and see Michael. "hey." He said. "Hi." I replied. "What was that yelling about?" He asked. "We're you not listening? I 'disrespected him'" I said, adding the last part in quotes. "Oh." was all he had said. We sat in silence for about five minutes before Michael spoke up, "What's on your face?" "What?" I asked, looking at him confused. "Your face, it's red." He stated. That was enough for me to run into my house and into my bathroom to inspect my face. Only to see a red hand print on my face.

I sighed and walked into my room and called Ashton.

"Hello?" He answered. "He did it again Ashton." I whispered. "He what?!" He yelled, causing me to flinch. When Ashton gets made, it's scary, because as I had said earlier, he is one of the sweetest people ever. "And there is a hand print." I added. "I swear to God I'm gonna kill the bastard." Ashton had mumbled. "No Ashton. Just come over yeah? I'll wait outside." I suggested. "Alright, I'll be there in 5." He said before hanging up. I locked my phone before walking back outside to see Michael standing in front of my door. "He hit you didn't he?" He asked. I felt my face lose all color. "Who?" I asked, trying to sound genuinely confused.

"Your dad."

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