He hates me.
Smack, pain rushes through my face blurring my vision causing the hideous green cupboards to sway and the graying ceiling to spin. spots swim in my vision I stumble out the splintering wooden door, caressing my left cheek with my hand, only to fall the cement rushing up to meet my tear stained face, I jerk to a stop.
I am thinking about this as I sit on a lush green hill with luc, my best friend, holding me in his arms as I think about all that has happened. Still able to feel my step-dad's hand print where he smacked me, I whimper at the thought that he hates me.
YOU ARE READING
pieces of my life
Short StoryI had to do chapter one for a class project but I feel like doing more and they won't be fully conected like it will not be a story just expanded moments these are all true and actually happened so don't hate them
