unbreak the broken ✘ shawn hunter (BMW)

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As soon as I leave the Student Union, I drive home, shower, do the laundry, and clean up the minuscule kitchen.

Keith hated coming home to a messy  trailer; even though he was the one making the mess that needed to be cleaned up.

As soon as I was done, I sit on my bed until he gets home. On Friday nights, he normally spends half the night at the bar getting drunk, and the rest gambling. He's not normally home until all of the cash on him is spent.

I heard a car door slam and someone walking up the two-steps into the trailer. "I'm home," he grumbles as he lets the door shut behind him.

I walked out of my room and examined him. He is absolutely plastered beyond belief. Surprised? Hell no. I'd be surprised if he came home even remotely sober.

"What? No 'welcome home'?" He smiles at me.

"Welcome home." I say back. "I'm going to sleep." Granted, it was 2 in the morning

"You know," Keith laughs slightly, "Your mom and I used to go to bars together every weekend. We did everything together."

He sips the beer that miraculously appeared in his hand, then continues on. "She shouldn't have been taken away from me."

Tears prick my eyes. He acts like she only left him.

"She could've at least taken you with her." "You don't deserve that though, father."

His fist goes flying to my stomach. "Disrespect me again."

"And what?" I chuckle, half in pain, half done with this bullshit. "You'll hit me?"

The answer: yes. His fist hits me twice more- once in the head and as he goes for the second hit, probably for my nose, I put my arms to block my face and he lands one right on my forearm.

"Stupid bitch. Talk to me like that and you'll be on the fucking streets by tomorrow. Maybe someone will put you to use." Keith saunters off, out the door. "I'm going to Katie's. I'll be back Monday."

He left and I headed to my room, locking the door behind me and getting in bed. I need to get out of this house. I repeated this until I eventually fell asleep.

I woke up at around 9 in the morning. I have to go pick up my paycheck so I decide to head to the Student Union.

After getting ready quickly, covering bruises that don't need to be seen by anyone, I speed off in my car. I get into the building fairly fast and grab my check. I made just around 100 dollars this week.

I don't have work today, and I finished all of my work for the week for my classes so I decide to grab a coffee and hang out for a little bit.

I wait for my coffee and feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn and see Topanga and Cory. "Hey, Ophelia. Wanna join us?"

I contemplate for a second and nod. "Sure, why not."

I get my coffee and follow them to the couches.

I really have always had a soft spot for Cory and Topanga. Some people are disgusted by how in love they are, and always have been. I'm just praying I will find someone that will love me even half as much as these two love each other.

"How's life been, Ophelia? We haven't really talked in a while." Cory sparks the first conversation.

"Granted, we didn't talk much before either." I joke.

"Sometimes! We did sometimes!" He rebuts.

Topanga joins in, "We didn't really talk much, did we? Why is that?"