{~Chapter 2~ }
I was outside at the park. My little siblings were running around while I was on the phone. It was so sunny that I felt my skin heated up. But I can't leave because of my siblings' sake. They will go crazy, at least I'm away from my dad because he will start hitting me again. My dad is drunk, he's always drunk. I always say in my head that " I shouldn't be alive." Or " You're a mistake socially". I always liked those thoughts. Maybe living is a curse or I'm a curse. When I looked up, I saw dream in front of me.
" Hi, do you want company?" Dream asked with a nervous smile
" No, Go away. " I said in a bitter voice. I can tell that dream's facial expression was sad.
" ok." Dream walked away, and while I stared at the clouds then the ground.
I saw him. Ethan. He's walking around the park, his damn innocent smile is causing people's attention. I felt sick to the stomach. When he walked up to me he smiled and sat next to me, bad idea bc my body is trying to tell me to no. But I have too. He gave me a soft kiss on the cheek and put his arms around my neck.
Ethan : " how are you babe?"
George : " tired. "
Ethan : " why won't you sleep? "
George : "I had to take care of my siblings. "
Ethan then took my shoulder and pulled me into his lap. I just lay there and look up at him, he smirks and looks down. I hated this.
{~Timelapse~}
I skipped dinner. I'm sure I'll be yelled at but my father was too drunk to care. My stomach hurts but I don't care, I still starve myself because we have less food so I give it to the twins while I don't eat. I care about them more than me. Now I'm at my bed, I am in pain because my stomach didn't handle the scars I made. I'll blame Ethan for making me do that.
Ashlyn : "bubba? No eat?"
George : "no I'm not hungry, sis."
Asher: "okie"
They both continued to eat. The cold Mac and cheese, but they seem to enjoy it. After they were done eating, I washed the dishes while the twins were watching tv upstairs. I kept cleaning dishes but I wasn't trying to be loud, just quiet enough so my dad won't wake up. Until I heard the living making noises. Shit I woke him up. I quickly started to dry them quickly but it was too late. My dad stomped towards me and started to yell at me. He was still drunk but not very sober. He kept yelling and yelling, then he threw a glass bottle at me, so I froze while the place on my arm started to bleed quickly.
