Hate me more, love me harder

Six

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Hope POV

I was so tired of Josette bull shit.

I was just trying to help.

When I got into the car my parents didn't say a word at first until I put on my safety belt.

"What's going on with you and that Josette girl?" My mom asked as my dad started driving.

"Nothing mom" I said

"It's obviously something" she protested.

"It's nothing mom.. can we just drop it?" I asked

"We can't can't drop it when you are yelling and screaming and everyone looking at us like we are crazy" my mom argued.

"I'm sorry for embarrassing you and ruining your precious reputation" I said as I crossed my arms and sat back in my back seat.

I wasn't mad at my parents I was mad at Josette and I was taking it out on them I wish I hadn't.

I just sat back waiting to arrive at my house and I got an text from maya.

[maya:] I'm so wasted and you are lucky you didn't come to this party because the cops showed up.

[me:] WHAT!!! Are you okay? Did anyone get hurt?

She took a long time to reply I started getting worried.

That's when I heard my phone ding

[maya:] I'm fine but ethan was caught and he's going to jail now.. I can't go there so I'm going home to explain to my mom so i don't get into any more trouble.. I hope your night was good.

[me:] I hope everything goes well, I would ask my parents to stop over there but I'm kind of already in some trouble so maybe that's not a good idea.. see you tomorrow?

[maya:] can't wait to here about everything.. see you tomorrow.

We pulled up into my drive way and I didn't waste anytime.

I hurried up out of the car and I made my way to the kitchen to put my left overs in the fridge and then I headed up stairs.

I wasn't going to have the conversation with my parents because it would lead to unanswered questions.

I don't know why I cared about what Josette so much but in all honesty I wouldn't want anyone to feel like that.

I wonder how long it's been going on?

Is that why she has been acting like a bitch?

Maybe I do need to help her...

Here I go again.. caring about her when my best friend brother is in jail right now.

I need to get her out of my ducking head.

I need a long cold shower...

A long cold shower.

I went to pick out my clothes for my shower and I can hear my parents down stairs talking..

They are probably talking about what happened earlier... I mean like I said before I only wanted to help Josette but she's was just a stubborn bitch.

A hot stubborn bitch...

I took my clothes into the bathroom with me because I don't really like changing in my room I'm more of a changing in the bathroom type of person.

Josie POV

When I got home I didn't speak to neither my dad nor my sister.

I felt like this shit is unfair and that I need to get out this toxic fucking house.

When I went to my room I didn't even bother taking a shower, I can just do that in the morning..

Right now I changed from out side of my outside clothes and I put on some pjs.

Soon my door opened.

I jumped.

"Oh my gosh... learn how to knock.. I could have been naked" I said as I saw my dad walk in

"How dare you?" He asked

"What?" I asked

"How dare you disrespect me in front of everyone?" He asked

"I didn't disrespect you I just wanted to go home" I said backing up.

He kept walking closer to the point where I bumped into the dresser.

"Don't you ever disrespect me you ungrateful bitch" he says before raising his hand up to hit me.

"DAD!" I heard Lizzie call.

He looked back at her and could see her crying.

Why the fuck is she crying? I'm the one going through this shit.

She ran her dramatic ass away.

"This is all your fault..." he says before pushing me into the dresser

He looked at me with disgust and walked out.

The pain shot up my arm like fire. The push made me dizzy and the pain hurted so much it was like a needle in my back.

Come to find out part of the wood was stuck into my skin and I was bleeding.

I hate him.

I hate him so much...

I was scared that if I get up then everything would be worse and I blame him... if I would have grew up and learned the right way to treat people then people like Hope would actually care to be my friend... but no.

I couldn't deal with the pain.

I didn't moved.

I just sobbed, crying for hours and hours.

I finally had the courage to rip the wood out of the Side of my rib cage..

It hurted so bad.

I wonder how I'm going to cover this up for tomorrow.

My shoulder still ached because when my dad pushed me I fell against the dresser causing my arm and back to be possibly damaged for good.

It was around 3 at night and it was quiet in the house.

I finally got up and cleaned the blood off of my carpet... well, I tried getting it off.. didn't work out.

I went to the bathroom and got the first aid kit and started to patch up my cuts and stuff.

I only have a year or so that I can permanently move out.

I winced at the pain as I put on the bandage.

After that I cleaned up myself.. especially my face.. I had so many tears stains.

I looked at myself in the mirror and tried not to cry...

"You're brave... you got this.." I said to myself in the mirror.

I didn't want to cry but I had to... I had to let it all out and who do I got to care about me? Who's going to tell me it's going to be okay?

Nobody. Because I push everyone away with my fucking rudeness...

I really need help.. mentally and physically.