𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 𝟏𝟖 +

𝐎 𝐍 𝐄

Ezra

I arrived home and my heart started beating faster in my chest when I saw the familiar black truck in the driveway.

Fuck he's home and probably drunk again.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and unlocked the front door quietly as possible. I shut the door behind me softly to not make any noise.

I walked slowly to the living room and saw my father passed out on the couch with beer bottles scattered all around the floor. The TV still playing in the background.

I moved to the stairs and climbed up them slowly not to make any creaking noises that could wake him up.

Halfway up the stairs I heard the TV being shut off and I froze in my steps.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

I slowly turn around and saw him standing at the bottom of the stairs, glaring at me.

"Come here." He said in a demanding tone.

I didn't move.

"Come here!" He yelled this time, his voice booming through the whole house. A shot of fear shoot down my spine.

I slowly made my way towards him and stood on the second step coming eye level with him.

"Where were you?" He asked me sternly.

"I-I w-was a-at Leah." I stuttered out in a mutter.

"Speak up you piece of shit!" He raised his voice and I flinched slightly. His alcohol breath hitting my nostrils and I hold back a gag.

"I-I w-was at Leah." I said slightly louder so he could hear me.

He step towards me and I froze in fear, before I could take a step back I felt his fist connect to my abdomen and I hold back a scream as then next thing I know he grabbed me by the shoulders and threw me to the ground and I let out a scream as my head hit the ground hard.

"Stop screaming you fucking bitch!" He yelled as he kicked me repeatedly in the stomach. When he was done I heard the front door open and closed and I let out a loud sob.

Why me?

Why me?

Why me?

I tried to stand up but before I could everything went black.

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I groaned as I opened my eyes and everything was blurry. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh before I try to stand up.

My ribs was in excruciating pain and I whimpered as I tried to climb the stairs.

I decided to crawl up the stairs and I looked like a wounded animal. Once I was at the top of the stairs I stood up and winced as a pain shot through my abdomen.

I slowly walked to my room and closed my bedroom door immediately and locked it fearing that my father is home and could barge in my bedroom at any moment.

I looked down at my clothes and that's when I noticed I'm still in yesterday's clothes.

Is it morning already?

I grabbed my phone out of my back pocket and watched the time.

06:23

I let out a sigh of relief when I see I still got time to get ready for school.

I walked to my small bathroom I had in my room and stood in front of the mirror. Lucky there's no bruises on my face but I know there's on my stomach.

I lifted my shirt up and sighed at the bruises that started to from on my skin.

Blue and purple.

I took a quick shower and dried myself off carefully especially on my abdomen.

After I dried of I quickly dressed in some blue baggy jeans with a light brown sweatshirt and my old white Nike air force 1's. I sprayed on some cologne and grabbed my keys and backpack and phone for a few minutes with the ice pack on my abdomen before heading to school.

After a few minutes of just standing there I walked to the front door and walked to school.

My father turned to drugs and alcohol after my mom committed suicide. She killed herself after everything got too much for her with my father. He was an alcoholic before all of this and would beat her to a pulp on some nights. I hated him ever since I was thirteen years old with how he treated my mother. After she died my school grades dropped. I stayed away from school for days until I decided to not show up anymore. But this year I pulled myself together and told myself that I'll work on my grades and get the fuck out of this hellhole I call home.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't see the white car that's currently speeding towards me. My eyes widen as I heard the tires screech as they press on the brakes.

The car bumped into me and I fly backwards to the floor and I wanted to cry as the pain on my abdomen got worse.

"What the fuck!" I said angrily and stood up slowly. I tried to make out who the person is in the car was but I couldn't since the windows are tinted black.

The car door suddenly open and I saw a pair of heels appearing and there climbed out the bitch I fucking loathe the most.

Valencia fucking Ramano.

The cliche popular girl. With the menacing green eyes and a goddess of a body.

"Watch where you're fucking going next time." She spat as she removed her expensive sunglasses from her face and her piercing green eyes pierced through my blue ones.

I rolled my eyes and adjusted my backpack on my back.

"Your the one that's fucking speeding 100 mph and the speed limit is 30!" I pointed at the speed limit board on the side of the road and she rolled her eyes.

"Whatever loser, now get out of my way." She put her sunglasses back on and she climbed into the car and sped off again.

Bitch.

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~ R