Another Dead Flower

CHAPTER 1

Its not my fault, I keep telling myself. Its not, its not! I keep screaming hoping that someone heard me. Wishing I could go back to the past. Wishing. Hoping. Why can't those words be real? Why can't they actually work? I'm hopeless. I'm a hopeless girl trying to find out why.

~ one week ago~

" Where the hell do you think you're going? " my dad asked. He was drunk, I could tell.

" To my friends house... Is that ok? " I asked back.

" No. Come here. " my dad said weirdly.

" Mom! " I shouted scared and hoping she would come. Hoping very much.

" She went to the store. Now come here! " I walked weakly over and he slapped me, threw me on the floor and kicked me. I was about to break when he kept hitting me. My mom walked in. The look on her face was terrible.

" Mom! Run! Go! He'll hurt you!! " I was struggling with my words from all of the kicking and hitting. She got my signal and ran upstairs. Somehow I was happy she got my signal but then I thought why would she run away when her daughter is getting beat up?

My mom had been hit before, she doesn't say anything but I can see it in her eyes, her face, the way she moves. But why when her daughter, best friend was getting beaten she runs?

My dad ran upstairs and I got even more scared. Even though she left me, I still love her and I can't just leave. I ran to the phone and quickly dialed 911.

I've never cried so much in my life. I've cried a lot but not this much. So much I have lost but I can't help but scream at myself. Hit myself. I would take my moms place in a second. she had much more to live for than I do. she had a great life going until she met my stupid dad. and had me. Why would-

" Molly! Get the fuck over here." my dad yelled, interrupting my thoughts.

" Yes dad?" I managed to get out nicely without crying or wanting to smack him so hard.

" Go get me a damn beer."

" We are out."

"Well get off your lazy ass and ride your piece of shit to the store." I duck before he hits me and I run out while grabbing my purse. Great. Only 10 dollars left. His beer will probably be 6 bucks and we still need dinner. Shit! I run into the nearest bush. I pass the "Pretty Committee". They are total bitches. Before my mom died they treated me like crap, calling me names, threatening me, saying that I don't belong on here. Maybe I don't belong here. I think everyone has thought of it once in there lifetime. The pretty committee are 6 girls that pretend they like each other but they don't. There's Cory, Katy, Elizabeth, Mary, Kristen, and Kenna. I used to be bffs with Cory until she died her hair and shows off her boobs. She also hates me and I hate her as well. Mary is her Best friend and is just like her. Katy is a used friend of hers, but she's really nice. Kristen is nice but I don't know about her that much. But at least I'm still friends with Kenna.

As they pass by I dash out of the bushes just as they turned and caught me.

" Hey Molly, how are you? " Cory says in her repulsive voice. I hate it.

" I'm fine. Like you care anyway. " I snap back.

" Why Molly? Did your dad hit you hard enough this time to figure out that really no one likes you? "

" Oh shut up Cory like anyone gives a shit about you. "

" Well let's see here... My boyfriend, friends, and my family! Your family doesn't give a damn about you considering your dad beats you. "