Silent Intentions

Chapter 12

"Hey are you coming to the party tonight?" Candice asked me this question at least three times a month. Of coarse, I was only fourteen and parties were full of alcohol, drugs, and sex. At least the ones at my school were.

"I don't know. You know how my parents feel about parties." I felt shy about the subject since there was no point in making her think I was going to have a chance in going.

"Ask your parents!" Candice wasn't going to give this up. "They are going to say no and you know damn well," I shoot back at her. "Just do it! This is going to be the biggest party of the year! Get to it! I don't give a shit how you get to it. You need to go!" I looked to the floor and then nodded. "Fine" I snapped. "Okay then." Candice slammed my locker door shut "let's get to class, bestie," "Okay," I giggled and ran after her.

Later that night at the dinner table, my parents were both there for once and I decided this was the best time to slip in some info about the party.

"Hey, I have a question." I looked up at my parents with hopeful eyes. "Yes, what is it?" My mother was smiling but she seemed a bit on edge. "Candice invited me to a party and-" "No," my father rudely interrupted me. He seemed weird too. This was probably a bad time to ask.

"No parties. A matter of fact, go to your room," my father snapped. I was shocked. He seemed like he was possessed. Then again, he was like this every once in a while. Recently it was almost everyday. I was tired of it.

"He yelled at me," I complained to Candice on the phone.

"He's a piece of shit then."

"I'm sorry. I wish I could go."

"Ugh, it's okay. You'll be missing out but at least it's not something that really matters."

"Yeah...Bye, I guess."

"Bye, hun."

I hung up the phone and listened to the yelling downstairs. I heard a glass break and a scream then the argument continue. The same as always.

The next day came and everyone was completely disconnected from school. During classes, people were passing notes to each other about the party. It was tonight and the girls were talking about what slutty dress they were going to wear and the boys were discussing who they were going to get in bed with them and how it was going to go down.

It was the same all day and it was the same when I got home. Mom and dad were screaming at each other. I headed for the stairs like usual, but I was grabbed on the third step. What? I turned around and a slap to the face was received. My mother screamed and my dad yelled at her. I yanked away from him and ran up stairs to my room, shutting the door.

I sat on my bed and processed what had just happened. Then I bursted into tears. I felt violated. My own father slapped me across the face to taunt my mother.

I needed to get out. I looked at my second floor bedroom window. "Fuck it," I snapped.

I fixed my makeup and looked in the mirror. There I was. Band tee, studded belt, and skinny jeans. Oh don't forget the black converse. Yep.

The window flew open and I sat on the ledge. A ledge that provided shade for the patio. I grabbed the pole that served as a beam to support the shade roof and slid down it.

I made it down and then ran as fast as I could towards the only place I could think to go. The party.

When I made it, I looked desperately for Candice. There were so many people there and I was having trouble finding the psychotic blonde that I called my best friend. The fact that I didn't notice her basically eating Jack Camber's face in the corner of the room was really embarrassing. She looked up and saw me, disconnected her tongue from Jack's and made her way towards me.