Gotta Have Friends

Chapter 32.

Excuse any typos.

Austin in mm.

(I changed him to Lance Gross just because I love that man down)

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1 year later.

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Austin.

"What the fuck is your problem?!" My dad screamed at me while he had me up against the wall by my neck. I was starting to struggle to breathe.

"You really think you can sneak a bitch in my house and I not find out about it?! What was yall doing? Fucking in my house?!" He now had both hands around my throat squeezing so tight that I could feel my circulation cutting off.

"Answer me!!!"

My eyes rolled in the back of my head and I immediately felt his hands release from around my throat. I fell to the ground and started coughing.

"You make me sick. You think because you got your lil spot back on that damn team you hot shit now huh? Well not in my house you ain't. Don't even know why I let you move back in here" he kicked me in my stomach and spit on me before he walked back to his room with a beer in his hand. Last thing I heard was him slamming the door before I closed my eyes and everything went silent.

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I woke up to the sound of my dad yelling.

"Get your ass up! You got early morning practice that you never told me about"

I struggled to sit up. "I forgot about it I'm sorry"

"Fuck your sorry! You got people waiting outside my fucking house waiting on you. Get up and get out my house NOW" he grabbed me by my arm and stood me up.

I leaned against the wall and followed the wall with my hand to help me stand up. I totally forgot about morning practice today. It was before school and Coach wanted us to come in before school and practice then we had a game tonight too. That must've been King outside to pick me up. King was finally let back on the team after the school hired a new coach and promoted the assistant principal to principal now. Everybody liked her better anyway and the new coach is great. He says I have a real shot at going pro he said that about King too but I can tell King is only doing this because of his dad. Mr. Banks is super hard on him about football because he wants him to go pro and stop smoking and all that. I agree I mean I love football. I'm not doing anything to mess that up again.

I took a shower and threw on some sweatpants and a hoodie with my slides and put on my hat and flipped it to the back and threw some clothes in my duffle bag along with my uniform. I threw it over my shoulder and put my hood on. When I looked in the mirror I could see that fat ass bruise around my neck and my black eye. Idk how I'm gonna explain this. I tried to cover it up the best I could but zipping my pulling my strings on my hoodie real tight so it covered my neck. I looked in the mirror for a Quick Look at my eye and it wasn't that bad. Definitely a black eye but not too bad at least not to the point where you could clearly tell. It's dark outside anyway. Nobody gon see it.

I started to walk out the door until my dad stopped me. He grabbed me by my arm and squeezed it. I could smell the liquor on his breath as he spoke.

"I wish you were never born. You're a disappointment and as soon as you turn 18 you're getting the fuck out my house. I hope that bitch cheats on you and breaks your fucking heart you worthless piece of shit" he pushed me back so hard I fell and hit my head on the table going down. That shit hurt like hell. I just stood back up immediately, grabbed my stuff, and walked out the house ignoring everything my dad said.