-Welcome to The Club Friend!-

-Chapter 9: Hate-

"Don't underestimate someone who is kind, they can become ruthless as hell"- a wise man or something.

Tw: Blood, Child @buse, substances and Alcohol.
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"I HATE YOU" Corey slammed their door. They cried in their room...what's left of it atleast.

All their was in that damn room was her bed and her desk. Everything else was hidden, thrown away, or sold. What would they take next? Her door?

Yeah, that's exactly what happened.

After slamming the door, Corey got the whole "you slammed the door on us , so now you won't have a door"

Which was fucking stupid, Corey hates having a sheet that was semi transparent, they got changed in the bathroom. Even then their parents came in without knocking on the wall of their room or the door of the bathroom.

They hated it, they wanted out.

But god forbid they get any privacy around here. The only thing they can do is study or lay on the floor doing nothing.

Their wound was healed up remotely, but it was very noticeable. They laid there, the silence was nice for once. Till it was interrupted by them getting called downstairs.

"I'm not hungry!" Corey responded.

"You will be eating, it's not good for you to starve yourself!" Susan yelled back.

"I don't want to!" Corey yelled back.

"Get down here you brat and eat the food I make you" Susan hissed.

"How many times to I have to say I'm not hungry?!" Corey grunted after yelling.

"MOVE, NOW" Susan slammed her fist into the table.

Corey got up with a sigh, god she wished Daniel was here.

Ever since her sister left, she's been alone without anyone to help them when they were sick or mentally tired.

"We have a guest for you to meet" Corey's dad introduced a guy.

"He's just right for you!" Susan smiled.

"Sorry, not interested" Corey walks back upstairs with their food in hand.

"Young lady, you will date this man" Susan yelled.

"I'd rather jump out of a window than date someone" Corey hissed back.

"I'm so sorry for Jocelyn's behavior, we don't know why she's been like this" Susan apologized.

"Nah it's fine bro, I'm gay anyways" He responded and left.

Corey fell asleep before being woken up again by a punch in the face.

"Ow what the fuck!" Corey hissed.

"You didn't do your school work!" Susan picked Corey up.

"I was tired!" Corey said before being thrown onto the ground.

"How could you be tired?! You do Jack shit and you want us to believe your tired?! I work every day to make sure you have a roof over your head and food to eat!" Susan scowled. "Palms, now"

Corey hesitated, not doing it.

"I said Palms. Now" Susan grabbed Corey's hands and opened the box cutter. Slicing deep into Corey palms, reopening scars and making new cuts at the same time. They started to cry but only got cut on their arm too.

"This is what happened to children who miss behave, you understand?" Susan stoped.

Corey stares.

"I said, do you understand?" Susan stabs the box cutter deeper into Corey's hand.

"I understand!" Corey's choked on their tears and was left to bleed. Only have a single roll of cheep toilet paper to stop the bleeding.

They went to take a cold shower, their ac was recently remove because they didn't study, their parents said the sound of the ac was distracting Corey. So they removed it.

Which started making Corey sick. The summers in La were hot and very dry. So breathing started to become an issue, And they kept puking from being forced to eat or not being able to cool off.

The showers were the only way to cool them off, and yet they were only allowed in the shower for 15 minutes only.

Most of their showers were just sitting there, letting the cold water beam down on them till they started to shiver.

But this time was to clean themselves off, the blood and the tears.

Hate

Hate

Hate

Sorrow.

Corey wish she could hear the soft words of her sister once again.

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It's been a few months, things have stood in a stalemate. Not getting better, nor worse. It was a minor relief.

Corey heard the doorbell ring.

"Can you get that please?" Susan said from the couch.

"Alright..." Corey sighed, going downstairs.

"Who is it?" Susan asked.

Corey opens the door, seeing the police with a bracelet in their hands.

"Hello, I'm Officer Grace" She said with a kind smile."Can I come in?"

"Of course" Corey moved out of the way.

"Mrs and Mr, Dalucè. Your daughter Daniel Aliandros has gone missing. With only this bracelet left." Grace sighed.

Corey stood there frozen.

what?! How how?! Fuck shit fuck shit fuck shit

"There was a note saying to give this bracelet to a Corey" Grace stated.

"Sorry, there's no Corey here. We'll take the bracel-" Susan was cut off.

"I'll take it" Corey spoke up.

"You brat" Susan hissed under her breath.

"Very well then." Grace placed the bracelet on the table next to Corey and left.

Corey grabbed it before their parents can.

"You little shit, we want the bracelet" Susan snarled.

"Over my dead fucking body" Corey hissed.

It went by so quick.

Bang!

The shotgun went off, a bullet just nearly passing Corey.

They started shaking.

What the fuck?! Why would they try to shoot me??

Corey trembled to the point they dropped the bracelet and went upstairs. The started to cry.

This was the 10th time their parents almost killed them.

They couldn't call CPS because they had no phone and the land line was gone, and their parents always had tabs on their phones.

Maybe the 11th will do the trick. At this point. Hopefully.....

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Alright chat, last chapter of this batch.

More will come later.

Love y'all/platonic /pos

Word count: 990