*AUTHORS NOTE.
IM REDOING MY OLD STORY BECAUSE I DON'T LIKE IT. BUT IM CHANGING IT COMPLETELY.
*Pg-13*
---------------------------------------------
I put my headphones in to try to tune out the fighting.
" You're insure, don't know way for. You're turning heads when you walk through the doo-oo-or."
I sang quietly to myself so nobody would hear.
"Don't need makeup, to cover up. Being the way that you are is enou-u-ugh."
I started to sing louder.
"Everyone else in the room can see it, everyone else but yo-ou."
Now I was practically screaming.
"BABY YOU LIGHT UP MY WORLD LIKE NOBODY ELSE. THE WAS THAT YOU FLIP YOUR H-"
My door swung open violently and hit my wall. I jumped and ripped my headphones out of my ears. My step-dad grabbed my ponytail and dragged me to the kitchen. I tried to hit him, but I missed. I grabbed his hand that he used to grab my hair. I dug my nails into his skin as hard as I could. I could tell it hurt him but that only made his yank my pony even harder. I moaned in pain.
"Oh am I hurting you?"
He asked sarcastically. I ignored him.
"Well, I hope it hurts you bitch"
He whispered violently in my ear as he pushed me into the kitchen.
My body flew forward and my forehead smoked the side of the counter. I fell to the floor and grabbed my head in pain. My forehead was already starting to swell up. I bit my lip and held my tears back. I couldn't show my step-dad that I was hurting or else he'd hurt me more. I laid on the floor in pain.
"Get up wussy. I ain't done with you."
I slowly got on my knees.
"GET UP I SAID!"
He screamed in my face. That made me get up to my feet fast. Then my mom walked into the kitchen
"BRUCE! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO CAROLINE?!"
My mom rushed to my side and grabbed my face. See looked at my swollen forehead and went to get me some ice. She got the bag but my step-dad smacked it out of her hands.
"DON'T HELP THE DUMB WHORE!"
He screamed. That brought tears to my moms eyes.
"Don't you ever call my daughter those names again!"
My mom said while her teeth were grinding and her fists were clenched.
"She's useless! She don't do nothing right! I ask her lazy ass to get me a beer and she don't listen! We don't need this waste of air that you call a daughter. I ain't calling her my daughter. "
Bruce (my step-dad) never really excepted me as his daughter. My mom cheated on my real dad with Bruce when he was alive. The thought of my real dad brought tears to my eyes. Bruce gave my mom free drugs and that's why she cheated on my dad. Once my dad found out she was cheating on him he tried to leave and take me with him. But my mom wouldn't let him take me. So he left by himself. He drove away in rage. Soon my mom got a call that he was dead from a fatal car accident. That was the worst day in my life. My mom went into a depression after that. She began to do more drugs and drank more alcohol than before. Bruce was stocked up on drugs and thats why my mom let him stay. Bruce had always abused me and at one point, my mom did too. But my mom stopped and I forgave her, but Bruce didn't and still hasn't stopped. And now my mom is super protective if me. But Bruce could care less about me.
"SHE'S YOUR DAUGHTER TOO BRUCE! YOU JUST DON'T EXCEPT THAT YOU DUMBASS!"
Bruce ran towards my mom with anger. He swung his arm and took a step forward. The ice he knocked out of my moms hands had melted and his foot slipped. He stumbled backwards, flailing his arms, and one of his fists slammed into my jaw. He fell back and the back of his head hit the edge of the counter. I laughed really quietly to myself. But I guess it wasn't quiet because they both glared at me.
"Karma's a bitch, am I right Bruce?"
I said with a sneaky smile on my face. I didn't feel bad to be honest. He deserved every single thing he gets. Even if there is blood on our floor now. But I can't even count how many times he's made me bleed.
"CAROLINE!"
My mom screamed.
"Bruce is seriously hurt. This isn't the time for snotty comments!"
Snotty comments? No, it's the truth. I thought to myself. How can she feel bad for him? All she wants is the drugs.
She came close to my ear. She began to whisper.
"And if he goes into the hospital, who will give me free drugs. I need him"
I knew it. All she cared for is drugs.
I swung my arm and I slapped her cheek. She grabbed her face and looked at me in terror.
"W-whh-y?"
She mumbled.
"Because all you care about is drugs. Your an addict. You don't care for me and you never even cared for dad."
Tears ran down my face as I spoke.
"All you cared about was drugs, that's why you let dad just walk out. I don't even know why you didn't let me go with him. I'd rather be dead than live here with you!"
I ran to my room and I grabbed my backpack . My mom followed me.
"Caroline, hunny, you know I love you with all my heart and so does Bruce. Just give him a chance."
She paused as I shoved my iPod, a few shirts and shorts, my wallet and my secret wad if cash I had for emergencies. I had about 300 saved up. I shoved all of that in my Backpack. I got my old dirty converse on and threw on my navy blue hoodie.
"Carebear, you know I love you."
She said without any tears. Care bear is my nickname from her but I hate when she called me it. But she really doesn't love me. I grabbed my backpack and walked to the door. I looked back at her.
"Bullshit"
--------------------------------------------
*AUTHOR NOTE*
THE CAROLINE IN THIS STORY HAS NO RELATION TO CAROLINE FLACK.
WHERE DO YOU THINK SHE'S GOING?
AND SORRY FOR CURSING BUT IT NEED TO BE INTENSE!!(:
YOU GUYS LIKE??
COMMENT/ VOTE !!!
YOU ARE READING
You're perfect in my eyes (One Direction Fan Fiction)
Fanfiction17 year old, Caroline Robinson, had a pretty tough life. She never was happy until one day, she ran away. While she was running from home, she ran into One Direction.Caroline became interested in Niall and Harry, and they became interested with her...
