"mia here i got you something." josh said walking into my room with a box. i looked at him confused and grabbed the box from his hand.
i opened it and saw nice blue dress. i smiled at it and hugged him. "it's beautiful." i said. "i know your sixteenth birthday is next week but i wanted to get you an early gift." he responded back as i smiled back at the dress. i wasn't one to wear dresses but he got me them and i just couldn't decline them.
as i went to say something, i fliched at the screaming that was next to my room. josh noticed too and closed my door. my parents were fighting like the usual and i gotten use to it.
"here let's watch something together." josh always comforted me when this would happen. i hated seeing them fight with eachother. i then layed my head on his shoulder as he played a movie.
an hour passed as i heard my dad scream and throw something. "mia get out here now!" he yelled as i hurried outside of my room. "get me a beer." he said as i nodded and grabbed one. i gave it to him but he then slapped my face out of nowhere.
"you are no use in this house." he stated as i walked to my room holding my tears back in. i saw josh sitting there and saw me holding my face. "what happened?" he asked worried as i closed the door.
i didn't say anything and just felt my tears fall down. he wrapped his arms around me and we stayed there for a while. this is what always happens when my dad would get drunk.
"here wear your dress." josh said handing me the dress off the bed. i forced a smile and put it on as he looked away. "you look beautiful mia." he responded as i looked myself in the mirror, seeing the tear stains on my cheek with a red mark on it.
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-ˏˋ. three years later .ˊˎ-
"so mia tell me about you." evan asked witb a smile. "well i work at a cafe." i replied back. well that's it. that's all you're going to get.
i never told anyone about my past and whatever happened back then and how i ended up here. i don't ever plan to say anything.
"i gotta go to the bathroom." i excused myself as they both nodded. i walked to my room instead and sat on my bed. i noticed the scars on my hands and let out a sigh.
my dad abused me my whole life and never loved me, my mom just never payed any attention to me. i was like invisible to her. he was sent to jail because of me. i called them before i was kicked out of my house. i wasn't allowed to see josh.
i hate knowing that he has to live with the constant yelling and abuse still. i looked outside my window, it was dark already. i loved how peaceful it would be at night.
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-ˏˋ. three years ago .ˊˎ-
"you're fucking worthless." my dad yell at my face as he slammed the door. i didn't any emotion and stared outside my window and looked up at the stars.
it was sometimes peaceful but rightnow it wasn't. i rolled under my bedsheets and starred at my blank ceiling. the yelling got louder as i cover my ears from the noises.
a tear slipped out of my eye as i got under my sheets. i never was able to sleep at night. it was always the loudness of things getting thrown or constant yelling.
the next morning, i was woken up by a loud bang. i ran out of my room, seeing josh on the floor with blood on his face. "josh are you okay?" i asked worried as i help him get up.
"i'm okay." he replied as he groaned. i saw that our dad had threw his glass bottle at him. "clean that shit up mia." he yelled at me as i fliched. i hurried to pick up the glass as i felt the sharpness cut through my skin and the pain start to take over my hand.
"fuck mia, here." josh held put his hand to help me up. "you're just as pathetic as your mom." dad said with anger as i fliched again. he then let out a laugh. i walked back to my room and shut my door as josh helped me clean my cuts.
"here i'll help you." i said as i patted his head that was bleeding down letting him wince in pain. "i'm okay mia." he stated and walked away and looked outside my window.
"i'll make you something to eat." he responded back after the silence. "no i'm good." i replied back before he could walk back out. "mia you haven't ate in two days." he stated. it was true i haven't, i was too scared to face my dad. "you gotta eat something." he added as i nodded back.
