ELARA CHARLENE BRADLEY 18 years old. Elara is an outstanding student, she's very smart, pretty, and kind. I guess you could call her 'kind of popular', but she liked her life behind the shadow.
LUCAS LUCIANO 20 years old. Lucas is the well known hot...
Song:Daddy Issues Artist's Name: The Neighbourhood
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Elara "Elara!! Come down here please!!" I forcefully push myself out of my bed, and head downstairs, totally restless.
"What." I reply, rubbing my eyes. "Why are your eyes- Anyways, Scarlett and the girls came here earlier looking for you."
"What did they want." "They asked me if you were okay." She said clearing her throat.
"I'm fine." I say, making her eyebrows furrow. "Elara, you know you can tell me. I know what it's about.. or who it's about."
My mouth gapes open, as tears fill my eyes. "No. I don't wanna talk about it anymore."
"Elara, you know it'll be really nice to get it off your chest." "No." "Elara, don't be stubborn." "I FUCKING SAID NO." The words came out of my mouth, before I could even realize I shouted at my mom. Tears spilled from my eyes, as she looks at me angrily.
I sob, walking upstairs again, when I see Ethan. He was glaring at me angrily. "WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU SHOUT AT MOM?!" I get startled by his shouting.
"I'm sorry, it was by accident!!" I cry even more. He rubs his temples, already getting frustrated at me.
"A SORRY IS NOT GONNA FUCKING CHANGE ANYTHING ELARA." "I FUCKING SAID I WAS SORRY ETHAN. WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?!?!"
I sob walking away, as I grip my hair in frustration. I enter my room, locking myself in.
I just wanted to die.
I wanted someone who could comfort me. I wanted a dad or at least just any other man to come and hug me.
-Just so it could feel like I have a dad. At least only for a second.
I bury my face into my pillows, sobbing and screaming on and on. That alcohol really did a turn on me.
Flashbacks played in my mind, when he used to abuse me and disrespect me. It hurted me even more, and made me sob even more.
I scream and scream, and sob and sob, and do it all over again. I'm also on my period, which makes me like three time more emotional and sensitive plus moody.
I bang my first on the bed over and over again. I wanted someone. I needed someone to comfort me right now.
It felt like I just got stabbed on my fresh stab wound again, it felt like I was in that moment again.
He had caused me a large scar and a trauma. I just want someone to reassure me that everything's gonna be okay, and that they would be there for me no matter what happens- but I guess that not gonna happen anytime soon-
-Cause I don't have a Dad.
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