Song recommendation: Still into you by Paramore
Jordan POV
I must say, having a friend is one of the best things. The truth is, I'm excited and nervous at the same time, if that's even possible. I've never had a friend ever since my mom died. Yes my mom died. Maybe just one or two but definitely not a girl. I don't know but I smell her.
She's pretty.
No Jordan! You can't be thinking like that. You bearly know her!
I got up from the bed but then something hit me. Holy Fudging!
I looked around suddenly aware of my surroundings. Oh God, not today please.
I heard his footsteps- dad. He shuffled his feet heavily. I tensed up when I heard him open the door. I look at his pathetic face. Oh no! His been drinking again. What the fuck his with him huh? Always drinking! Doesn't he have any responsibility?
He eyes flared dangerously at me. I eyed him wearily. There's no way he's going to stop. He is crazy! Someone please take him to a mental hospital. He continued to give me that eye.
Okay this is getting creepy. He takes slow steps towards me. My eyes landed on the window.
I locked it last night.
What a great way to start a day, I thought with an eye roll.
"What the fuck are you still doing here?" His voice rung loudly on my ears sending chill through my spine. I could smell his alcoholic scent all around. I'm practically going to puke after this abuse. Yes I did say abuse.
My father physically abused me every everyday. If you're probably wondering why he's not in a dungeon since he's clearly out of his mind well it's because I still have this feeling that he would change. Maybe he could become a better man later. Maybe it's the fault of the alcohol, but I just can't tell.
Jordan, you should know he's never going to change. He's always drunk. So encouraging.
The other part of me argued.
"Good morning dad!", I said to him casually.
Pathetic Jordan.
His fist moved up fast, way too fast to be dodged. It hits me square right in the face. Anger flared in his eyes. Honestly I don't know why he does this. I gritted my teeth to prevent myself from screaming out in pain. He needs a mental hospital right now. I have a mad man in my house.
He moved his hands towards my throat. I tried to push him off me but I never knew a drunk person's that strong. He slammed me against the wall and tightened his grip on my neck.
What I'm I going to do? His eyes are empty. Emotionless.
Is this my end? No-no! I can't die! Definitely not when I just found her.
My eyesight are becoming blurry. I really didn't think this will be my end. I thought my death will be something like maybe me getting bitten by a snake with the love of my life then we both die holding hands together and that would be happily ever after. I know that sounded cheesy.
I choked. Taking in air is like a battle now. Where is the air when you need it the most? I strangled for air. This is no peaceful death, really.
I can't die! Not now. Not when I have a whole pack to lead. Not when I'll soon be leaving this madman for a whole new bigger world. Not when I just found her!
I thought to myself. But really this can't be my death.
