The Killings in Denver (TBP)

Act 1: Scene 2

!TW!: possible sensitive topics (abusive parents)

(Donna's pov)

I exited the school and was on my way to the park. I hated this school so much. No one even likes me for who I am. The only people who did was my old friend group. I fucked up bad and blew them off. Gwen was right though. I know what I did and didn't say sorry. I just don't know how to say sorry, and that makes it look bad. It's whatever.

I see my "friends" in a huddle with their new phones out, laughing with each other. I try my best to avoid them and ignore them.

I then see Y/n and her friends. My old friend group...

I watch Y/n as she laughs with Finney. Seems like Vance made a joke or something. They all talk amongst themselves and seem like they're having fun. God I wish I was still friends with them. Y/n turns her head to me and we make eye contact. She just stared at me with no expression. I quickly looked away and walked away.

I tried to ignore the embarrassment i got out of that. I walked by myself to the park with my arms folded infront of me and my head down. Once I got to the park, I sat down on a bench and just let my thoughts carry me away. It was rather peaceful.

It had been about 15 minutes since I've stayed at the park. I wanted to stay longer, but I didn't feel right. I felt like someone was watching me. I looked up and didn't notice any one watching. Everyone and everything seemed right. I kinda got the creeps and decided to leave.

As I stood up, I noticed a figure under a nearby tree, facing toward me, motionless. I couldn't tell if they were looking at me, but I didn't wanna know. I quickly began to leave and I walked home.

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Once I opened the door, I wasn't met with a "Welcome home, darling" like everyone expects. My mother and father were screaming at each other. Probably about some stupid reason. Everyday after school, I hear them arguing.

I tried walking past them, avoiding to talk to them. As I was about to make my way into the hall where my room was, my father had stopped me.

"Excuse me miss. Where the hell do you think you're going. We don't get a hello?" my father yelled. "You're clearly in the middle of something." I replied back. "Watch that attitude." he said back. I didn't say anything. I wasn't sure if I should walk away. "Care to explain why you're late." my mother finally spoke.

"I talked to a teacher about my work, that's all." I lied. "Don't think we're stupid." my father joined in. I was about to reply with a "im not lying" but he wouldn't listen to any excuses. I watched as my father pushed past me and went into my room. I quickly followed after him and kept asking him what he was doing. As I noticed my guitar in my father's hands, I stepped back.

He went back to where my mother was, the living room, and I followed behind him. "You need to understand that, when your parents ask you to do something, you better fucking do it. If you had just listened to us then you wouldn't have gotten this punishment." my father yelled. I began screaming at him to stop because I knew what he was going to do. However, that didnt stop him.

I watched as my father lifted up my guitar in the air, and watched it collide with the floor. Over and over again, my guitar was being destroyed. I cried for him to stop. As he was destroying my guitar, he would say "Ungrateful little bitch" in between every smash. I looked at my mother to see what she would do, but all she did was give me a quick look and went to the fridge and got a beer.

After what seemed like forever, my father stopped and threw my guitar toward me. Its strings messed up, wood on the floor, and some small metal pieces on the floor too. My father exited the house, and my mother walked to her room and slammed the door. All you could hear now was my sobbing, as I kneeled to the floor, looking at my destroyed guitar....

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justice for donna 😔
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