Route 1 - Day 5

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by doumamakesedits

by doumamakesedits

RESUME ---

Once finally home, I open the door to the immediate sound of my mother screaming with a jar shattering in where I can only assume it is in the kitchen. I flinched before quickly running over to see my mom bleeding at the head, trembling and clutching her wound while my dad panted through rugged breaths before turning to look at me. His eyebrows knitted close with anger.
"You got suspended the same FUCKING DAY YOUR MOTHER GOT FIRED!"

"Dad, I'm sorry! My counselor-"

"Your counselor!? How about you shut the fuck up and take responsibility for your actions for once, you'll be lucky if I don't BASH YOUR FUCKING BRAINS IN!" He screamed, his meaty hand threatening to grab another jar off the kitchen counter.

"H-honey please, I'll get a new job... don't hurt our baby..." My mother begged him, sniffling through tears while still gripping her wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding even though it obviously wouldn't work out. My father gritted his teeth with a scoff, as if not believing it.
"You better, fucking whore..." He mumbled the last part before stomping out the kitchen and into the living room. Once he was gone, I quickly rushed to my mother and crouched down to her level. Even if I didn't like my parents; my expression was filled with pure worry. I wouldn't be able to handle it if my mother got a fatal wound and it handicapped her...

"Mom! I-I'll go get some bandages, don't worry!" I tried to reassure her despite how panicked I clearly was at that moment, rushing to the bathroom and eventually coming back with bandaids and a aloe vera gel. It wasn't much but it was all I could find.

I carefully tended to the wound on my mother's head and secured it with a few bandaids. Thankfully, it wasn't major. I just hoped she wouldn't get a concussion later on...

I held my mother by the shoulder and led her to her bedroom before gently settling her down in bed, tucking her underneath the covers. Honestly, their marriage was fucked. They didn't even share the same room, let alone share the same bed. I sighed quietly to myself before heading to my room, clicking the door shut. I'd probably stay here for the rest of the day and maybe even the whole week since I didn't even have a choice in the matter now that I think about it...

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It had been a week, a dreadful one at that but my suspension was finally done with. Fucking hell...

I stepped into the building and made my way over to the lockers, finding my assigned one before stuffing my backpack into it until it was practically crammed inside.

My attention quickly drifted over at the sound of footsteps, seeing that they had come from Jecka and Nicole.
"Heya bitch, why were you gone for the whole week? I wanted to talk to you about how I fucked up Ari's sexuality!" Nicole asked while crossing her arms over her chest.

I raised an eyebrow before speaking, "I'm sorry, wha- y'know what, I'm not gonna question it."

"Good, now go on."

"Well, I might've exchanged phone numbers with the counsel-"

"Oh fucking no-"

"Yeah well, I cyber bullied him to the point of suspension." I explained with a shrug of my shoulders, Nicole's eyes almost immediately widened. Not in shock but excitement.
"Wow, bravo slut. You're not so bad after all." She gave a quick clap before continuing, "but shiiiit, I gotta try that. Let's bully that bitch into quitting!" Nicole held her fist up.

"Yaaaa..." Jecka dryly encouraged, she seemed tired and unfazed for some reason. I wondered why though my attention was quickly shot back to Nicole as she suddenly bolted to the counselor's office, I tried to call out for her but I was stopped by Jecka.
"Don't bother, Nicole's been itching for some excitement. It's why she hurt Ari last week.

"Mind telling me what happened?"

"Well, Nicole and Ari dated for like four days before Ari snapped out of hatred. Nicole basically turned a lesbian girl into a straight girl."

"Fucking jeez, that bitch has no mercy for any ass."

"Yep, it's honestly sad. Ari has been like, so fucking paranoid these last couple of days."

Just then, Nicole bolted right back out of the counselor's office. Her expression was nonchalant but her eyes showed she was freaked out.
"So, mind explaini-"

"I tried offering my phone number the moment I entered and that fucking tennis-15-lovin creepy ass BITCH tried convincing me that it's nOrMaL for a 40 year old man to show his tiny dic in messages!"

"Bitch, you should've gone with it. You could've blackmailed him into giving you cash." Jecka commented.

"Shitty fucking- why didn't I think of that!?"

"Sucks to fuckin suck..." I mumbled under my breath while looking off to the side, the bell suddenly ringing which meant that class was in session! Ughhhhh...fuck.