𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐎𝐀𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃.

𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐥? [𝟐]

 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟑

𝙰𝚖𝚒𝚕'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

(Warning: Abuse) 

"What is 2 + 2?," I ask, yawning.

"Is it 4 Mil-Mil?," Davina, my little sister, questioned. She's smart. I can see who she got it from.

"Yeah, good job! Now, I'm going, so you betta do your homework. Aight?"

"Aight, good night. Love you!" she smiles. She's just so adorable.

As I walk up the stairs, I pass my parent's bedroom. It's just Da and I. My dad's either out at a bar or in a strip club. He's been doing ever since my mom died because of colon cancer. He be doing too much, acting like he's the only one hurtin. I'm sick of his bullshit.

I slowly walk to my bedroom, which is all the way down the hallway. I plop down on my bed, reliving my school day. I totally forgot about that boy from my chemistry class. He looks so innocent. He looks so easy to manipulate. Yeah, I'll try to get his number tomorrow. I slowly drift to sleep. 

All of a sudden, I hear commotion downstairs. I jump out of my room and run down the stairs quickly. That's when I see my father hitting poor Davina. 

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT DOING THAT? ARE YOU DUMB?" my father yells over my sobbing sister.

I quickly run and jump on my father and punches him. He's much bigger than me. So, he then slams my body on the hard, wood floor. 

"Ugh.," I moaned. My back is hurting like a bitch now. I can't get up. I hear Da screaming, telling our dad.. this man to stop. He doesn't deserve that title anymore. I tone out all the sound and slowly close my eyes. 

ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵃᵘᵗʰᵒʳ: ᴵ ˡᵒʷᵏᵉʸ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʰᵒʷ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ. ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒ ˢᵒʳʳʸ. ᴮᵘᵗ, ᴵ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸ'ᵃˡˡ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ. ᴴᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗ ᵈᵃʸ/ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ!