Our Story

Chapter 2

Victor's pov:

I got home and it was three. Half an hour left, well I wanted to make a good impression so I'll head over a couple minutes before. I ate, freshened up a bit, and headed over to her house. I start to get really nervous and started playing with my sleeves. I opened her gate and knock on her door. She opens the door a couple minutes later. She was wearing cute nerdy glasses.(outfit on external link) She looks really good and have to hold my self back from kissing her.

"Hey, I didn't know you had glasses." "Hey, I wear contacts at school. You're kinda early, um, do you want to do it in my room? Wait no I-I meant do you want to hang in my room?" She started blushing like crazy, I would have never thought out of all people she would be dirty minded, she seemed so innocent. I nod my head and follow her to her room. Her house is pretty nice. I sit on her bed and look around her room. She has Christmas lights around her headboard, movie posters, band posters, quotes, and a few pictures on the walls. She only has two of her and her dad, I'm guessing, but neither of them are recent. I point to him and say,"I hope you don't mind, but who's that?" Yeah I know, I have a huge crush on her and I don't know what her dad looks like, but I've never heard of him or seen him. "Oh um, that is my dad." I could see tears form in her eyes. "What's wrong?" "Nothing" "Come on, what's up?" I say giving her my puppy eyes. "Well I mean, it's a long story" "I've got time" "Okay well, my dad's an alcoholic. And a couple of months after I was born my dad went to far and started beating my mom when he was drunk. She filed for a divorce when I was one and a half. And my mom had use money to bribe him to sign the papers. He took the money and went to his hometown." Tears started to slip on her cheeks and I decided to hug her. I was really happy when she hugged me back. "When my dad came back he brought this girl he met. My dad's part of the custody said I could only see him weekends an that my mom would pick me up Sunday afternoon. Usually what would happen is my dad would get drunk, he would fight with my step-mom, and I'd cry myself to sleep. A couple months later she had my two half-brothers, twins. Each time they would fight I would just watch them, at the time I was 3 years old. One night as I watch them fight I turn around and see my brothers behind me watching them fight as well, crying, just like me. I gather all my strength and pick them up, I lay them down in their crib and start singing them a lullaby. It really hurt to see my brothers like that. My mom picked me up the next day and I told her. Things would just get worse between my dad and step-mom. But my dad still can't get over his addiction." By the end she stopped crying as hard. I noticed I was still hugging her and she noticed as well. I quickly pulled away and asked her if she had any plans today. "Nope." She said wiping away stray tears. "What time does your mom get out of work?" "Around 8." "Don't you get lonely?" "Um, just a little." "Do you want to go somewhere?"