haunted || l.h.

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"Paisley get down here!" My dad shouted from downstairs.

"Coming!" I yelled and dropped my pencil on my homework that I was just doing.

"You got the wrong bread, and the wrong milk. How can you be so stupid? It's not hard to get the right shit." He yelled as he threw the bread down on the counter and showed me the milk.

"That was all they had at the store." I choked out and stood close to the wall.

"So you go to a different store damnit! Go get the right shit now!" He yelled and pointed to the door.

"It's 9:30 at night I can't walk across town to the other grocery store." I said which only made him angrier.

"You know who would? Your mother. But she can't and it's all your fault." He said and walked closer to me.

"I'm sorry." I said softly and practically cuddled up to the wall for protection.

  I watched him bring his hand up near my face which made me flinch. He slapped me across the face, allowing me to feel the intense burn that was oh so familiar. He then took my shoulders and shoved me into the kitchen island.

"Next time get it right." He scolded and looked down at me as I tried to hold back the tears.

"Quit crying and get up, I don't want to see your disgusting face for the rest of the night." He said and picked up his beer and headed out to the living room where he always was.

  I slowly got up from the floor with my bones aching. I hit my ribs against the corner of the island which hurt like crazy with how hard I was pushed. I took some ice from the freezer just to get whatever bruising I'd have down.

  I held the ice on my ribs since that was in the most pain. I went up to my room to finish my homework, passing my dad on the way up the stairs. He threw and empty beer bottle at me, but because he was so drunk he missed and hit the wall. 

  Once I had finished all of my homework I got ready for bed and made sure to set my alarm for tomorrow morning.

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"Paisley!" I heard Luke yell before coming up to me and slinging an arm around my shoulder.

"I told you not to touch me." I scolded and hoped he didn't catch my flinching. I pushed his arm off of my shoulder and stepped away from him.

"Sorry I forgot." He said with a slightly embarrassed look on his face.

"Don't forget." I said and headed up the stairs to my locker.

"Mind if I walk you to class?" He asked as he followed me to my locker.

"Why would you do that?" I asked in confusion and grabbed what I needed from my locker.

"Because I want to." He said nonchalantly.

"Is there a reason or do you just want to?" I asked and closed my locker.

"Because I like you and want to get to know you." He said which made my eyes widen a bit.

"Why?" I asked in surprise which made him laugh.

"You're different and I think you're pretty. I want to get to know you." He said truthfully and sent me a small smile. I couldn't help but notice his dimples as he smiled or the way he played with his lip ring.

"You don't even know me, you can't like me." I scoffed and turned around to get to class.

"But I do, explain that." He said and followed me down the hall.

"I think you should be explaining that actually." I said.

"I would if I could." He said with a chuckle.

"I think you should stop liking me." I said and got stopped by him taking my wrist and turning me around. 

"Why? I like liking you, you keep me on my toes." He said with a smile.

"Because I don't like you and I probably never will." I said bluntly.

"You said probably, which means that you probably could too." He said matter of factly.

"I said that to be nice but you're making me regret it." I said and rolled my eyes.

"You like me, you just don't want to admit it yet." He said surely and held a smirk on his face.

"I don't like you actually." I said and started walking to class once I heard the first bell.

"You don't even know me." He said and followed me.

"And I don't want to. You don't know me either." I said and left him standing there outside of my classroom as I walked in.