The Peaches and the Thorns

Chapter 2

recommend listening to Sarah by Alex G

Drews Pov:

The bullies of course were close to pissing their pants and immediately backed up and ran to bully some other kids. Sarah reached out a hand helping me to my feet, "are you okay?" she asked while I wiped the dirt off my back.

"Y-yes... thank you."

"Of course" she gave me soft smile, "let's be friends, okay?"

"Mhm yea," I giggled a bit before she crashed into me and gave me a warm hug, her hair tickling my nose. For once in a very long time, I genuinely smiled.

From that day on Sarah and I were very close, best friends really. We hangout at playgrounds and at her house, we never go to mine. It's mostly because I made an excuse that "my parents aren't going to be home though." Obviously I felt bad lying to my only and best friend, but I couldn't tell her the truth. As much as I wanted too, I didn't want my parents to go to jail.

Adding to the fact that my mother threatened to kill me if I ever let our secret...slip.

Later in the same kindergarten year, Sarah invited me to her birthday party. Although I'd just be her, me, her parents and their cat, Bandit, who I adored. I agreed, went home and asked my Father if I could go. He didn't even make contact or read the invitation before shooing me off and saying "sure, now go," in a very snappy tone as he continued swiping on tinder.

I was extremely excited, because her birthday would be a slumber ANDDDD pool party. I'm not going to lie, I was nervous. I had never learned how to swim, and was very scared of drowning. Sometimes my Mother used that fear against me...

First I had to go shopping for a gift, I walked out of my house and snatched 200 dollars off my Fathers nightstand before heading on my way to a bunch of stores. My shoes were those cool shoes everyone wanted with the wheels built into them. My wheelies rolled across the sidewalks, and in no time I was in front of a dollar tree.

Jumping up and down like a fool to reach that wheelchair access button, I'm finally able to tap the the smooth cold button and the door swings open.

I pick out a hundred different things for Sarah, she's my first and only friend, so why wouldn't I spoil her? There was a variety of things in my three plastic bags, plushies, candy, toys, board games, card games, lego bricks and much other cool trinkets I found.

On my way home I spotted a black cat, it's long sleek charcoal fur was in contrast to it's bright emerald eyes, that reminded me of Sarah's hair. I passed the cat and continued on my way home, up the front steps.

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I put my stuff upstairs when my Father started to call me downstairs. Uh oh, I thought. I slowly descended down the gigantic staircase. My feet sinking into the scratchy carpets and were coloured like salt and pepper.

Once I entered the living room I immediately noticed my Fathers hateful expression. "You ugly brat," ouch. "Where the fuck is my money, HUH?!" his breathe was foul and his spit went in my face, he smelled like alcohol.

"Are you going to say something you bitch???!!" he was screaming so loud, I reached up to cover my ears but he yanked me towards him and gave me a hard smack.

My face stung, water pooled at the edges of my eyes, my Father began to speak again. "What?! You gonna cry you pussy!!" I shook my head quickly, "get down on your fucking knees bitch!"

I obeyed dropping to the light brown wooden floor, he started kicking my torso relentlessly. I held in my tears, because I knew things would be worse if they fell. After about 10 minutes of beating the crap out of me and got up and went make to his moldy chair next to 5 packs of cigarettes and the wine cellar an arms reach away.