The Question Game

Untold Story

"Wha-what? Story?" I ask confused.

"You know your story. You heard mine. You know how my dad dies and my mom abandoned me and I'm living with my aunt and stuff.."

"I don't want to play anymore."

I lie. I really don't want to tell him about myself. I just met the dude! I mean if you met someone and they asked for your life long story what would you do?

"Why not? You scared?"

"I'M NOT SCARED!"

"Then your a.....CHICKEN!!"

He gets off his chair and he starts making chicken noises and flapping his arms which I suppose are supposed to be wings.

"I. Am. Not. A. Chicken."

I say cleary and seriously.

"What ever you say chicken!"

"Asshole."

"Tbat's not a very nice name chicken."

"Shut the fuck up!"

He does his little chicken dance again.

"If you don't stop dancing I will not hesitate to kick you where the sun don't shine!!"

"You don't have the balls to do that!"

"Well considering I'm a girl not a guy, no I don't have balls but neither will you if you don't stop dancing around like a retard."

"Haha I'd like to see you do that!! Chicken!"

I kicked him perfectly. Ashton was asking for it. He fell to the ground holding his crouch again. I hit him harder than I thought I would but oh well. He deserves it.

"What the hell?!!" Girls scream behind me. Then a dozen of girls come rushing over to his side. How the hell didn't they relize earlier when I hit him!?!

"What did you do to him?" Some squeaky blond girl says to me.

I'm never going to live this one down.

Ashton seems to be enjoying all the attention from all these girls. I make eye-contact with him and he smirks. I only have one word for this.... PPPPLLLLAAAAYYYEEEERRRR!!!!!

The bell rings signaling the end of the day. I'm so glad the days over! I jog to my locker. I open it, grab my coat and my bag. I put my sketchbook and stuff on the top shelf then walk home.

As soon as I'm home I see my dads car in the driveway. I start panicing. I forgot he was home from his buissness trip today. I carefully sneak in the front door tryin not to be seen. I hear my mom and dad fighting in the kitchen.

"MADELYN MARIE ROSE!!!" He yells.

I run upstairs to my room as quickely as I can and I lock my door. My dad pounds on the door and it shakes. I jump at the noise.

"OPEN THIS DOOR NOW!!!"

He's drunk. I'm not letting him in. He's abusive when he's drunk.

"No!" I scream. "Go away!"

"YOU WILL NOT SPEAK TO YOUR FATHER THIS WAY! OPEN THIS DOOR OR I WILL SMASH IT OPEN!!!"

He pounds again and again and again but the door doesn't open.

It's quiet from the other side so I think he passed out from too much alchohal in his system. I open my door a crack and to my suprise he's passed out directly in front of my door.

This is always the routine. He'd drink at home right before my mom and I got home and then he'd be abusive. If he hasn't been drinking then he'd be nice like the dad I used to know. I miss my old dad. He was alot nicer than this excuse for a human. I still wonder how he still has a job.

I walk downstairs to my mom on the couch crying. I go up to her and hug her. I tell her I love her and head back upstairs. I attempt and dragging my dad into his room. He's heavier than he looks. I finally get him in the room and close the door. Then I walk over to my room, shut my door and calapse on the bed. I fall asleep.

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Two chapters in one day!! Just for you guys. I can't sleep so what better time to write! Its almost midnight on a school night. Ohhh wwelll.... Not tired at all..... *yawn*

Ashton: *grabs Madelyn by waist* Your my future wifey!

Maddy: NO I'M NOT LET ME GO!!

Ashton: Never! I'm going to carry you to my locker and tie you to my bed! And you know what'll happen then...

Maddy: Get your hands off of me creep!!!

Ashton: *grips tighter*

O.o poor Maddy! She's goonna get raped... Haha jk she can punch Ashton to get away!!

Bai

~S.M.