Avalon Apollo always wanted to pursue a career in the art industry; however, bad habits and free range was always her downfall. Attending her first year of Barlowe Centennial University, Avalon found what she always needed, what she needed in order...
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"Please." I cry, "Don't make me do this."
"Shut the fuck up and do what I said." He shouts in my face, his breath full of alcohol.
"Leave my boy alone, James! Don't involve him!" My mother screams at him, tears rolling down her soft brown skin as she begs.
He turns his attention away from me, quickly making his way to my mother. When he reaches her, he slapped her once against her beautiful and soft face, knocking her to the floor. He looks down at her and spits, rubbing it into her dark hair with his foot.
My body is frozen and I stand shaking, waiting for my father to make his way back to me.
Just as he reaches me, his arm reached out, grabbing me by my hair and throwing me against a wall.
Fuck.
I wake up like I do every night, pushed against the headboard of my bed and shaking, replaying and dreaming of the same memories that haunt me ten years later.
The same uncomfortable silence fills the room; I hear every ounce of static and white noise and even when I try to tune it out, I can't.
Sweat drips down my forehead and I turn my head, looking at the time on my clock sitting on my nightstand.
3:03 A.M.
All I can see is her dark, long, and beautiful silky hair, spread out on the floor, her soft skin all marked up, and her once beautiful and bright hazle eyes, now full of pain and tears. That bastard haunts me every night. His disgusting hands touching her gorgeous features, kicking her until she can't breath. I fucking hate him. I hate him for what he's done. I hate him for giving me the nightmares I have. I hate him for what he did to my mother. But I hate him the most for being my father.
I stand up, walking over to the small fridge I have in my room, and grab a bottle of water. Chugging the whole bottle, flashes of my mothers face keep appearing in my mind, followed by Avalons words from two nights ago : "People are shit, and all they do is use you when they want you for whatever they want."
I try. I try every single night to block it out. All the memories, all the voices, nothing works.
Making my way back to my bed, I slip under the blankets and close my eyes, hoping I can fall back asleep.
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I slowly roll over, opening my eyes and adjusting to the morning sun. I turn off my blaring alarm and step out of bed, feeling the cold wood touch my feet.
Walking into the bathroom I have in my dorm room, I turn on the shower, warm water filling the area. I remove my clothes from the previous night and step in.
About 15 minutes later, I step out, changing into a white tee shirt and pair it with a pair of gray cargo pants. I slip on my shoes, grab my keys, and leave my dorm room, making my way to my first lecture.
