I just wish everything was different
And everyone.
Blythe Samurais a 16 year old girl getting expelled from her old school having to move to another one. All goes well by herself till a group of people decide they want her in their friend group. Bl...
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I'm laying on my bed just. There. My anger has somewhat gone away but I'm still pretty pissed off about what happened before Oakley got here.
- Before/
It can't be true right? Dad couldn't have possibly come back to take me. He doesn't give a crap about me. He wouldn't. I open the front door harshly and see my dad isn't in the room but my mother is here so she must know.
"Hey hun- "why is dad here. Tell me the truth."
"What do you mean?" She asks nervously
"He didn't come back for me did he?"
She lets out a sigh and I put my head down.
"You aren't going to let him take me right?"
She doesn't answer.
She doesn't answer?
"Right?!" I say raising my voice a bit and she shoots her eyes up to look at me.
"Of course not honey but I do think it would be best for you to spend time with him. He did come here for you."
"Oh please! He came here to put me in my place. He came here to tell me to watch my weight. He came here to do everything he did last time."
"He is only doing it because he loves you."
I let out a scoff which gets cut off by the bathroom door opening.
I see my father. I look at my mother and she is still looking at me like he isn't there.
"You are coming with me Blythe." He says
"Yeah no thanks." I say walking upstairs until he grabs my hand
"You are my daughter! You should be with me because obviously your mother isn't watching you!" He shouts.
Are you kidding me. Who does he think he is?
"Who do you think you are!? You can't just come into my home and tell me you are taking me back! Is it because I'm not perfect? Is it because I have flaws? Well guess what! Everyone has them nobody is perfect. Not even you. I hate you. I hate you!" I shout all in one breath and look down.
His hand meets my face. My lip burns quite a bit until I look at his hand that slapped me and see his wedding ring.
I hate that ring. Even mom took hers off why wont he? They aren't even married.
