Saving Ally

Chapter 3

--Ally Christian

I rush out to my car feeling completely humiliated for the ten-thousandth time today. Lunch was the worst part. I'm surprised the worst part wasn't me actually getting thrown into garbage though. Everyone was staring at me and I hate attention. Just thinking about it makes me shutter. Everyone was pointing at me and laughing and probably spreading rumors. I had nowhere to go and I couldn't cry even though I really wanted to.

I can feel my heart beating faster and the air escaping from my lungs. I try to calm myself down, but it's impossible. I curl up in a ball and shake and cry. I can't help it, I've been holding it in for too long. Suddenly there's a tap on my window. I stop crying and try my hardest to stop shaking, but I can't manage to control myself. The tapping gets louder and I hear a voice. "Hey, are you okay?"

I slowly force my legs to go down and wipe my tears quickly, keeping my hair in front of my face. I turn my head away from the window, take in a deep breath, and say, "Yeah, I'm f-fine."

Fuck, of course I stutter. Whenever this happens I can't help but stutter. My dad hates it when I stutter. Every time I stutter he yells at me and sometimes he hits me.

"Hey roll your window down," the voice says. It's a guys voice. I know I've heard his voice before. I'm down-right horrible with guys. I wipe the tears that are slowly rolling down my cheeks and suck up enough courage to say, "I can't I have to go."

"Come on it'll only be for a second. Can I atleast see you to make sure you're alright? I don't like talking to sasquatch's," he says then chuckles. God his laugh is so adorable and his voice is so manly and cute. I bet he's cute too, but I can't look at him. I just... can't.

I turn my car on and hear my engine come alive with a loud roar. I put my car in reverse and back out of the parking space and drive away, not looking back.

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Once I get home my head is hurting and my back is killing me. I get out of my car, grabbing my backpack out of the passangers seat. I walk inside and see my dad sitting on the couch watching TV with a beer in his hand. I put my bag down by the stairs and go into the kitchen. I open the fridge and get some strawberry greek yogurt and a spoon out of the drawer. When I turn around to walk upstairs I collide with my dad. I screech and back up, looking up at him.

"What the hell is wrong with you Ally!" He bellows.

Everything, I thought.

"What are you t-talking about dad I'm ju-"

"Why the fuck would you leave your backpack there on the ground! I almost fell on my face! My face would've been ruined because of you!" My dad cried while I was in mid-sentence. His words are slurring together and I can smell the alcohol in his breath. He's drunk.

"H-how much have you d-drank dad?" I asked him.

"Why the hell are you talking about alcohol now! Why the fuck do you smell like a dead corpse?" He shrieks.

I can feel my body starting to shake. Him yelling is like a slap across the face. Even after 17 years I'm still afraid of my father. It use to be great, a lot better than now even. When I was younger, it was just me him and my mom. We were all happy... then she died.

I walk around him, "I'll get m-my backpa-"

I scream as he grabs my arm and slams me up against the wall. The pain runs through my body and I close my eyes and try not to cry.