Teenage Dirtbag

Ch 2: Fitting In

Peyton pov:

Sneaking back inside my house I found my window locked, probably thanks to my mom... Biting the bullet I sneak myself in through the front door thanks to the hidden key.

Slowly and quietly sneaking in I creep through the house so as to not alert anyone of my arrival. A light turns on and my father stands in the kitchen, bottle in hand as he stares me down.

"Where have you been?" He grunted. His brows furrowed in obvious anger.

"Out. Why do you care?" I scoffed, still walking for my room.

"Well, you're not going 'out' anymore till you find another school. You're grounded." He took a long swing from the bottle of whiskey.

"The fuck! That's not fair!" I snapped my head towards him.

"It is and it's happening. If I catch you sneaking out, outside of this house, or so much as trying to leave... so help me god Peyton." His voice is deep and serious. He was dead serious and I knew all too well how that always ended.

"It's not my fault I was kicked out-"

"It's never your fault Peyton! It's always something or someone else's!" His voice grew louder with every word.

"Because it is! I was being picked on, bullied, and having the shit beaten out of me! What am I supposed to do? Let it happen? For fucks sake you didn't even notice." I shout at him. A fire lights in his eyes, he stalks closer to me.

"Lower your fucking tone, now." He was a foot away from me, fists clenched.

"Or what? You're gonna beat me like them?" I hiss, trying to control myself to not hit him.

"Maybe if you weren't a freak, you wouldn't get this kind of treatment." His words hurt. Unclenching my hands I stared at him, those words consistent with how he felt.

He hated me, he's always hated me, from the moment I was born. I wasn't normal, I wasn't a girl, I wasn't a boy, I was just some freak in-between and he loathed me for it.

Spinning on my heels I walk to my room, too tired and hurt to continue this game with him. Shutting my door I pull the flyer out and send a picture of it to my mom, she'll see it in the morning hopefully.

Tossing my shit aside I lay on my bed, willing the hot and angry tears that threatened to spill, away. Why couldn't I be normal? Why did he have to hate me? Why?

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Someone shaking me woke me from my dreamless sleep, craning my neck I peer through groggy eyes at my mother. She held kind greeting eyes, a sad smile on her face as she sat down.

"Good Morning honey." She whispered. Looking to my clock it read 8 am, she would be leaving soon for work.

"Mom? What's up?" My voice filled with sleep.

"I got the text last night, I've scheduled a meeting with the school later this afternoon. They have yet to start their school year so you are just in time." She rubbed my back soothingly.

"Oh? Cool, what time?" I sat up fully, rubbing my face.

"Around 12. Just be sure to be ready and I'll take you there." She smiled, her pager beeping moments later.

"I gotta go hon, I'll see you soon alright?" She kissed my head and left, leaving me in a half awake state.

Having nothing better to do I get up, shower and go through my daily routine. Tossing on some ripped jeans, gray tank top, and a flannel I make my way out to eat. The house was deathly quiet meaning I was alone, dad was at work, mom was too, and Demi was at school.