(Sophie's P.O.V)
“'you wanna bet' those three most stupid words i have ever said, i cannot beleive that i just bet that, that gorgouse player will love me first” i think to msyself. I am nows home after school, doing some homework. “ he will never love me first”. I take a deap breath and make a loud huff and slam down onto my bed face first. “ hes so gorgouse, with his brown hair, brown eyes, sexy smile, and smirky personality. Who wouldnt fall for him, enless their stupid”. I take a pillow and scream into it, so its qiuet and i dont wake up my dad, luckily when i got home he was passed out on the couch, so i just crept up the stairs. I didnt really feel like dealing with his drukness. Im hoping he just stays sleeping, so he doesnt wake up mad that i didnt wake him up for dinner or something. Even though i havent eaten yet, and he will probably hit me again. I cant stand it when he hits me, it hurts so bad. “Oh no! What if kyle sees one of my bruises from my dad one day” I worrie to myself. Then i realize “ like he would care”. Hes just a sexest pig thats probably only in this to see how far i will go with him. “ well he isnt going to get very far, at least not yet” i say with a smirk. “i will start all inoccent and pure at first” i say looking into the mirror, attempting to look all inoccent in the mirror. “ but then once he is really trying to get hard, i will get loose, tease him a bit” i say into the mirror trying to look all whorish. Completly failing by the way. “ then once he thinks he has cracked me, i will stop, it will make him want me so bad” i say with a loud evil laugh. Not thinking about my dad.
All of a sudden i hear loud slow tipsy footsteps up the staircase. “oh shit” I think to myseslf as i run to my closet. “ he cant hit me, i wont let him, if i just hide, maybe he will be to drunk to even care and go back downstairs and to sleep” i hope to myself. I get in the closet and listen for his steps. I hear the door open “ Oh S-sophie, W-where are Y-you, you little T-twat” he says, i can hear how drunk he is, by his sluring words. I hold my breath in hopes that he doesnt here me in my closet. He looks around and sees my work on my desk. He takes his arm and swipes all my work off of my desk, i stop myself from squeeling. “that whore S-shes probably out W-with some boy”. He sits on my bed and puts his head in his hands and starts to cry. “ okay now im confused” i think to myself”. “soon she'll be gone, just like her mother” i hear him faintly say. “ NO THAT CAN'T HAPPEN” he screams. Im so scared but i just bite into a t-shirt to stop myself from screaming. He rips my blankets off of my bed in rage and storms out of my room. I slowly get out of my closet and sit in the exact same spot as my dad was just sitting in. “ he really cares about me, he hits me because he doesn't know what else to do, he drinks because he is upset from my mom leaving, and he thinks im going to leave him one day. He actually loves me like a daughter for once” i think to myself as i break down crying. Well this has just been a great start to the week.
