The bus arrived at school and I was quick to yank Luke out if this bus before Calum got out. I released Luke's hand an we entered school for yet another day. Luckily it's Friday and I won't have to live this hell for 2 days. I tell Luke to meet me in the library once he's packed his Locker. Mines far away from his but that's okay. Calum's is 2 away from mine and I think Michael's is near Luke's. But, Michael never does anything. He just follows calum around like a dog wanting food. After I've packed my crap away I go and sit in the library. There's this corner where they have been bags, magazines and stuff like that. I sit right in the corner. Luke walks in and I can see him looking for me. He walks over and finally spots me. He sits on the bean bag next to me. "Hey" he smiles. "Luke guess what?" "What?" He replies. "Michael and Calum just had a fight before you got here" I inform. "What do you mean?" He asks. "Well Calum was saying something about not being able to believe it. See for yourself" I say pointing towards the lonesome Michael. Luke looks to see Michael sitting down and on his phone. "I'm going to go to him." Luke tells me. I see him stand up and sit beside Michael who gives him a funny look.
I sit beside Michael. "Hey". He gives me a weird look. "Hi?" He says as if asking 'what do you want'. "So what happened?" I ask. "Is it any of your business?" He scoffs. "I'm sorry I just hate seeing people sad. It sucks when Calum isn't your friend" I sigh. "CALUM is still my friend now beat it thunder thighs." Michael rudely scoffs. "Well I can see this is a one way road I will leave" I say and get up and walk to Ashton. "How'd that go" he asks. "Like shit." I reply and he understands. The bell rings and me and Ashton head to our classes for the day. Some together, some alone. Some with Calum. Once it finally reached the end of another day of bullying and harsh words. The bell rings and there's a scramble to the exit of class. I was with Ashton and we walked out the front of the school. "Ashton thanks for this week, you really are a great friend." I tell him. "Luke you are to." He says smiling. "Hey do you want to come over tomorrow and stay the night?" He asks. "That'd be great, I'll text you tonight" I reply. With that, I scramble out of the school in a race to get home before being spotted by the always watching eyes of Calum. I make it home in time to find a messy house and my father staring me down.
"What happened to your sister not having a party?" He yells. "Dad I couldn't do anything she chuck-" "SHUT UP. I don't want to hear it. If I give you instructions they are to be properly followed. Where were you the next morning?" He questions with a deadly tone. "At a friends..." I quietly speak. "ON A SCHOOL NIGHT? Did I say you could do that? And since when did you have friends?"he scolds.
"Dad I'm sorry" I look at him with sorry eyes hoping he will see through to my ever so pure heart and find forgiveness. "SORRY DOESNT CUT IT, not when my very expensive white leather couch is stained and dirty. He slaps me across the face. "You better have this shit cleaned up in half an hour" he screams at me.
Grabbing my face I reply "but dad-" he punches me right in the cheek. My nose starts to bleed. "Dad I-" I want to cry but I hide my weakness. "DID YOU HEAR ME? OR DO I HAVE TO PUNCH YOUR SKULL IN SO I CAN ACTUALLY REACH YOUR BRAIN" I look at him and then look away and begin the task of cleaning this lounge room. (Which looks more like a garage sale) there's shit everywhere.
About 30 minutes later I'm only half way done. But usually when my dad says 30 mins he forgets and comes back hours later. I decide to quickly inspect my face in the mirror. My cheek has a definite bruise and I clean the nose bleed by sitting down with toilet paper held up to my nose. Dad walks in and sees me sitting on the couch. I feel my head get slapped by a briefcase as he was about to leave for work. "YOUR SITTING DOWN?" He yells. "One simple chore Luke and you can't even complete it! You useless fuck!"he yells as he grabs me and shoved me against the wall. Putting his fist up to my face he whispers "Get this mess cleaned up now. OK!?"
"Ye- yes dad." I say hurting. He punches my stomach before walking out the door. I fall to the ground. I see Lacey head down to the kitchen. I get up and walk over to her. She turns around revealing she has a black eye. I assume it's from dad. "Lacey can you help me please." I try to get those words out but it didn't sound like I hoped. "What?" She asks. "You caused this so why do I have to clean it?" I explain.
"Because that's how it goes around here." She scoffs. "Well you could be a good sister for once and help at least." I plead trying to show that I'm badly hurt. "Listen fucking mole? Clean this shit up before dad gets home or we are both dead. I'm not helping you okay? Don't you think I've suffered enough?" She says indicating her eye.
"YOUVE SUFFERED ENOUGH? he barely laid a hand on you. Your not the one that has to sleep out in the rain because you have the worst sister in the world." I yell at her. She throws her half eaten apple and it hits me right on the cheek were I was punched and I yelp in pain. She then leaves the room.
As I'm walking upstairs to the bathroom she exits her room again. When we cross paths she trips me just as I'm about to enter the bathroom and I smack onto the cold tiles. She laughs and instead of going down to the bin she chucks her rubbish at me. I don't even bother looking in the mirror because I don't have time.
After I finish cleaning I race upstairs into my room. I lock it and scream into my pillow. I hear dad come home. He yells my name but I don't answer. I hear him turn on the tv and then I go to sleep. Thank god I don't have to go to school tomorrow.