Short Stories

Surfs Up!

Okay, this story is all mine! Yay! I managed to come up with an idea that is all my own! I apologize about the title. If you guys have suggestions for what it should be, comment or send me a message! I'd love to hear from you!

~Scar 

"The sun is warm. The grass is green, and the ocean is gorgeous!" I tell my mother. "I need to go surfing! It has been forever since it has been nice enough! I haven't been out on my board in ages! And it's only noon!"

She sighs, "You know your father would never approve..." she sighs again, "He wouldn't let you be so tomboyish" She murmurs.

"I know, mom, but he isn't he isn't here."

"It isn't ladylike"

"I don't care!"

"But-"

I cut my mom off. "I am going surfing with Joey! You can't stop me!"

She sighs. Sighs again. "Okay. But be back no later than 2:30, sweetie. You know what happens when your dad gets... angry."

As I walk to my room to put on my swimsuit, I thought Angry? Well, that's the understatement of the century. Dad would freak out. He is WAY to obsessed with the notion that I am hanging out at the beach to pick up guys and get laid. He doesn't want me to "ruin my future". I'd get "the talk". I shuddered just thinking about it. Never, NEVER ask your dad if you can go hang out with boys after you turn 13. If you have my dad, that is. If you have a normal dad it wouldn't be like this, but my dad is severely paranoid, as in he takes medication for it.

"Thanks, mom," I yell over my shoulder as I bolted out to the shed to grab my boards. I picked up my surfboard and hopped on my skateboard. I paid for the skateboard myself, but Dad bought me the surfboard, on the condition that it was pink. I despised the color, but it was a nice board. 

I make my way to Joey's house. When I get to his driveway I hop off the board, grab it and run up to his front door. I don't even bother to knock. He is my cousin, after all. We have an odd relationship. He is 27 and my best friend. I recently turned 17. Like I said, weird. We do get along, though. He takes me surfing when he can, and he helps me with school.

"JOEY! I CAN GO!" I yelled.

"Hey, G!" Joey smiled down from the second floor.

"Hey! Let's go!"

"Now?"

"Yes, now!"

"Okay, settle down! I'm coming!"

"I can't! I have to be home by 2:30!

"Dam-"

"Don't you dare swear, Joey Harris!"

"I won't!"

"Good."

We headed out almost right away, seeing as we only had about an hour and a half.

The water was wonderful, and I relished the chance to be out on the water, without my father yelling at me to get back to shore. This was a rare opportunity that I had, and I took full advantage of it. It was a wonderful hour and a half. I thoroughly enjoyed myself.

"G!" I hear Joey shout.

"WHAT?!" I yell back.

"WE HAVE TO GO NOW!"

I sigh, knowing he is right. Oh well, once I turn eighteen this won't even e a problem. I'll be free of my father. I paddle back to shore and clamber into Joey's truck.

"Let's go. I need to be back in 20 minutes." I tell him.

"Okay."

I got home by 2:30 sharp and threw on an outfit that would please my father.

Pink. I despised the color. Father always made me wear it because it was a "ladylike" color. I prefer darker colors. Dad only bought me a surfboard on the condition that it be pink.

"Oh, honey, you look adorable! Your father will love it!" my mother gushes as I enter the living room.

"I know he will. I'm only wearing it because if I didn't, he'd make me change anyway." I grumble.

My mother scowls. Just then my father slams the door open.

"SHIRLEY!" He bellows.

Shoot. He's had a  bad day at work. That means he'll most likely take it out on the furniture, my mom, and myself.

"Yes, dear?" She says obediently.

"COME HERE!" He shouts. 

I run upstairs, grab my cell and call 911. It's the first time I've been quick enough and brave enough to call the police. I lock my door.

"911, what's your emergency?" the operator asks.

"My father is going to beat my mother and me if you don't come quickly!" I say hurriedly.

"Where do you live?"

I proceed to answer all of his questions and he promises to send a few cops our way.

Not 2 minutes later there is a banging on the door and the cops come to drag my father away.

"I'll kill you for this Gina! I know you called! I'll find you and kill you someday!" Father shouts as he is forced into the car.

I let out a big breath. Mom and I are questioned, and I answer what the officer has to say.

I am free. I am sent to live with Joey because they found out that my mother has severe diabetes, bipolar disorder, and she is clinically depressed. The psychologist and doctor deemed her mentally unfit to care for a teenager alone.

Despite my father's threat, I feel safe and loved for the first time. 

Now, I have a boyfriend and several close friends. I am happy and I feel normal.

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