Another All Time Low fanfic!!!
ALL SONGS BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS!!! I OWN NOTHING!
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“JOEY! Get down here!” I hear my mom yell into the little intercom system that I had in my room. “I'm coming!” I holler back through the little box that held all my hurt. Everytime I've heard that box come on, it's always been something bad. I either 'forgot' to do something or didn't do something to my mom's circumstances. I get up, grab my jacket and pull it on over my arms. I had scars all over my arms, my thighs, and my stomach. I never wore shorts that came above my knee, and almost ALWAYS wore something to cover my arms.
I zip up my jacket and run downstairs. I run to the kitchen and get greeted with a fist to the stomach. I double over and grip my stomach, trying not to cry. Shit! Mom had a policy. If you cry, you deserve more. I choke back my tears and get up. “Y-You called?” I say wearily, avoiding eye contact. “You didn't put up the dishes when you got home!” My mom yells, grabbing my arm. I look at her and say, “I'm sorry. I had a lot of homework from school and-” I get hit so hard on the back of my head, I hit the ground. “I DON'T CARE! Get them put up NOW!” My mom yells, not even caring about my now bruising stomach and throbbing head. I get up and start putting away the dishes. I quickly put them away then turn to my mom, who was watching me to make sure I don't screw up. “Anything else ma'am?” I say looking at her, trying not to double over. “Get out of my face.” She says, and I'm off to my room.
I climb the stairs wearily, and crawl into my room. I get up, close the door, take off my jacket and shirt, and stand infront of my mirror to look at the bruise my mom left. I run my fingers over the yellowish-blue mark, about the size of my fist, on my torso. I let out a tear and it falls to the floor. I sit on my floor, take out my phone and take a picture of the buise. I took pictures of all the bruises and marks for evidence when I finally get out of the house and when I'm able to justify all the stuff she did to me.
I get up, lay down on my bed, and curl up into a ball. I drift off to sleep, thinking about what will happen tomorrow.
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