soccer love | CC Walker x femOC

6

a/n

this isn't proof read because it's late asf

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CC's POV

Ever since Raya left I've been worried sick. I knew that her Dad is a fucking asshole, but I never would've guessed how much of a psychopath he actually is.

Like dude, your daughter is 17, relax a bit.

But what has made my worries worse is the fact that she hasn't texted me back since — well since before we left to my place.

I try to tell myself that her father just took away her phone, so she just isn't replying because she can't — but my gut feeling tells me that something really bad happened.

"Sweetie are you okay?"
Mom asks — pulling me out of my trance and making me look up from my cereal.

"Hm? Oh. Yeah... I'm okay..."
I say — trying to sound as convincingly as possible.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Mom."

"Okay... Have you heard anything from Saraya?"
Switching the topic — unaware that this is the reason I'm acting so strangely today.

"N-no..."
I say in a small voice — looking back at my cereal.

"Oh... I'm a bit worried about her. That father of hers seemed very... dangerous."
Mom says in a worried tone.

"Yeah..."
I agree in a small voice.

"Honey, do you know where she lives?"

"No... Well she said she lives on Richard's."
I shrug — trying to keep myself together because I'm so damn worried.

"How about we go over there? I mean I'm also worried for her well-being."
My Mom says and looks at me.

"Sure."
Hesitantly agreeing because I honestly don't want to intrude or anything.

"Okay, we'll leave after breakfast."

"Okay."
I mumble.

Saraya's POV

I'm in pain. So so much pain. Even the biggest dosis of pain killers I can take without prescription aren't really helping. I couldn't really sleep all night — only managing to do so because I was and still am exhausted.

This wasn't the first time my father hit me with a belt, but he's never been this harsh. He's never hit me this hard before — like my whole back is bruised and one or two wounds have been created by the force of the belt.

My room is spinning, I can't do anything without causing more pain than I already have. My dreams were filled with horror and even more abuse that could've happened.

Until yesterday my father never really hit me hard. He's hit me a bunch of times, but it never hurt for more than two days — probably only because he didn't want CPS to show up.

Sam is here — as she's gotten into the car as soon as my mother called her. Why did she call her? Well we're pressing charges against my father and Mum wants us to testify against him.

My sister knew that something was up, because our mother hasn't stood up against him for years. So she pressed the information as to what exactly happened out of her. Apparently Sam's reaction was heartbreaking — because she supposedly sobbed.