Vic's POV
The school day went the same. Got there. Went to our classes. Eat lunch with our friends. Nothing bad or 'fun' happened so we thought we were safe. We had our little run in with Matt. He kept talking about how much Maiah needed him and how much better he is. He made her cry and we went to the bathroom to fix her makeup, we were late for class again, but that's not new. We went home and decided to watch a movie. Maiah's phone went off. She looked to see who was calling. She threw the phone down, and looked pissed.
"Shit." Was all she said before curling up in a ball and sat there.
Maiah's POV
Vic and I were watching a movie and my phone went off. I looked to see who was calling. "Mom" came on the screen. I threw my phone on the ground. I was mad. No livid.
"Shit." With that I curled into a ball. My phone kept ringing and finally I got up and answered it.
"What." Was all I said before she screamed at me. I put it one speakerphone and sat next to Vic and held his hand.
"What!? That's ALL you can say!? You've been gone for over a week! We've been worried sick!" She was yelling at me and my dad came on. Yay.
"Get your fucking ass over here. We need to talk." He sounded like he was in a good mood. Not. Vic flinched at his angry tone and held my hand tighter.
"Fine." I hung up.
"Do you want me to come with you?" Vic said as I was crying into his chest.
"Yes please. I can't handle them by myself."
"Okay, babe. Don't worry. Come here." He lifted her onto his lap and have me a kiss before hugging me.
"I-i think we should go." I said. He picked me up and carried me to the car. Whenever I mentioned going to my parents, Matt would run away. Vic came. That proves to show he cares.
After about 10 minutes, we got to my house.
"Where the hel- who's he?" My mom asked with her arms across her chest.
"My boyfriend. What do you want?" I asked holding Vic's hand. After a few seconds my dad walked out. Great. He looked drunk. Perfect.
"Get your ass over here." He said. I hesitated and pulled Vic along. We stopped about 3 feet in front of my dad. He slapped me across the face and I grabbed my burning face. He walked closer to me, and punched me in the forehead causing me to fall.
"Maiah!" Vic yelled and bent down to me. I was crying and Vic looked at my dad, who was smiling. "What the fuck Is wrong with you!?" He yelled before my dad kicked him making him fall back. I got up, and helped Vic stand up. His leg was injured and he wasn't able to stand on it. As I was hugging Vic, my dad literally ran over to me and pushed me away from him. He pushed Vic onto the side of the house. He dropped and held his shoulder. He was in pain. I could tell. I regretted bringing him.
"Vic. Leave." I said starting to cry.
"No. I'm not leaving you." He got up and wrapped his okay arm around me.
"Oh. How touching. Can we get back to the fact that I'm mad at you?" My dad said in a angry tone.
"What? What?! WHAT!? WHAT DID I DO TO YOU!? NOTHING! IVE BEEN SPENDING TIME WITH MY BOYFRIEND, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!" I yelled at him.
"With him? He's uglier than Matt. THAT'S saying something." He chuckled to himself. I tightened my grip on Vic and layed my head on him shoulder. "You're living with us. The decision is final. HE'S. NOT. ALLOWED." With that I thought it was time to break for it. We started to run as best we could, with Vic's hurt leg. We made it to the car and took off. Not looking back.
