Fears - a BFB AU

Chapter 4 - Pillow

I silently lay in my room, texting Pie and Bottle about the trip. I'm still flabbergasted by the fact I was able to convince my dad to let me drive my friends 5 hours to New Orleans. Although I was extremely excited about the trip, I had a slight worry that something bad would happen. I couldn't lay a finger on exactly what would happen, but I had a strange gut feeling that some terrible, unexpected event would occur later.

I proceeded to pack my things and organize all my clothes. Although my friends and I would only be gone for three days, I packed about six sets of clothes just in case. I was in the middle of packing my suitcase when I heard my dad call me from my living room.

"Pillow, can you take out the trash real quick?" My dad calmly asked from downstairs.

"Yeah Dad, I will!!" I quickly replied.

WARNING: DOMESTIC ABUSE

My dad was an overall nice person despite being the wealthiest individual in Goiky. He was always friendly with others and tipped people who served him heavily. As a result, everyone knew who he was and he was extremely well-liked by the Goiky community. However, he masked his grief very well. Five years ago, his wife died in a plane crash and his personality altered greatly from it. Before, he was more strict, however, you could see his happiness in his eyes whenever he walked about. Now, although he's much more sociable, you can see a depressed, saddened look in his pupils if you squint closely. Because he became depressed from the whole ordeal, he became heavily addicted to alcohol. When my dad would drink alcohol, he would become extremely angry. Every time he would drink, he would chase me down and try to hit me with either his hand or a blunt force object in some cases. Because of my dad's psychopathic tendencies when he was drunk, I had a very tough childhood growing up. Since my dad would drink very often, every time I would get home from school or go out, he would meet me at the door, drag me inside, and abuse me. I never told anyone about this back then, but I greatly regret not telling anyone to this day.

Recently, he has laid off drinking a bit more, and when he does, the negative effects aren't as intense, however, I have many scars from his abuse. I still love him dearly, as he is a genuine, nice person, but I will never forget what he does when he drinks.

On the outside, many people see me as a spoiled teenager who lives a perfect life with no problems and gets whatever she desires. I could see people picturing me that way, but they couldn't be more wrong. I spent all my teenage years dealing with my problems and almost giving up for good and leaving him.

I finished packing and took out the trash. While I was slowly wheeling the trash bins over to the side of my house, I saw Fanny and her friends pass by. They immediately stopped their car, parked it, and got out. Fanny, her boyfriend Snowball, and Bubble got out and walked up to me.

"Oh look, if it isn't the rich snob!" Fanny rudely remarked.

"Can I help you guys at all?" I asked, trying my hardest to be polite.

"Yeah, you can go back to your house, the trash!" Snowball teased.

"Ha ha very funny." I solemnly stated, now a tad bit annoyed. "Get lost fatty. Your fake girlfriend and her bestie are embarrassed to be seen with you"

This made Snowball very angry since Bubble started to laugh a bit, along with Fanny, who surprisingly chuckled too. Snowball turned bright red, and before I knew it, he was pacing towards me with a large frown. Snowball towered over me, the dude was 6 feet 4 inches tall. He lifted me into the air and took me somewhere. I tried to fight him and call for help.

"Help! Get this psycho off of me!" I yelled, trying to fight Snowball.

He took me over to the trash bin I had just laid out on the side of my house. He dangled me over the trash bin and threatened to put me in there if I didn't apologize. At that moment, I was wearing designer clothes and didn't want anything to be ruined. I frantically apologized, however, Snowball was unfazed. He dropped me into the trash bin and shut the lid. Before I knew it, I was inside my trash bin. I tried to open the top, but Snowball placed two 50-pound sandbags on top of the lid, trapping me inside. He laughed maniacally alongside Fanny. I could hear them taunting me. My blood was boiling. I was so close to them, but I couldn't do anything since I was trapped. The stench of the trash can made me throw up. It smelled rancid inside the trash bin. I thought to myself, "Is this really happening?" I heard them stop laughing and leave. That was it. No one was going to save me from this.