A story in the universe of one playlist...A girl struggles to survive and lives in a toxic relationship and meets a boy who is grieving the loss of his brother...
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𝙎𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙮/ 𝘼𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙡 6𝙩𝙝/ 10:37 𝙥𝙢
He took his anger out on me In the night the most, I guess he was too occupied during the day, doing whatever he did with his friends, to waste his energy on me.
Today was different though. All I could think about while he screamed and kicked me over and over again, was how i'll be able to cover the bruises on my face for school tomorrow.
I should have just made new food like he asked me to make earlier. I didn't want to waste the leftovers from the dinner I made yesterday. I didn't realize he was screaming at me to answer his question until he stepped on my hand with half of his weight.
"BITCH I'M FUCKING TALKING TO YOU, I KNOW YOUR FAT LAZY ASS CAN HEAR ME!" he screamed while shifting his weight over on my hand.
"I'm sorry , I'm sorry!" I cried from the pain of his weight on my hand. He got off of my hand, crouched down and grabbed me by my neck. He applied pressure to my neck causing my breathing to slow down and my eye sight to go blurry.
"I'm sick of your bullshit Cleo, when I ask you to do something, you fucking do it..I can tell your father where you are and we both know that he would treat you 10 times worse" he spat.
"Im...sorry...Jayden" I choked out.
"Fucking bitch.."
Those were the last words I heard before I felt my head bash against the wall and everything went Black.
I woke up feeling as if my brain was compressing itself into a golf ball. I didn't feel like going to school, but I knew I had to. If I missed school they would contact my father and he would probably admit that he couldn't find me and I would have to go back to him.
Me and my dad used to be so close, I was definitely a daddy's girl. My mom died a week before my birthday. Turns out she was getting decorations for my birthday party and got shot in a drive by between two gangs.
When she died, my dad tried to hold it together for my sake, but a month later he started getting into substances to fill the void from the pain of losing his wife.
He came to the conclusion that if I never asked her to throw a party for my birthday, that she would still be alive. He blamed me for her death and took the pain, anger and frustration out on me.
