The Unwanted Life

"Spanish Is Making My Brain Hurt."

My mother and Dave walked into the house and looked at us with this awful expression that anyone would take a threat to. They turned their heads away in unison as if they had been practicing this over and over again, then stalked off to my mother's room. I looked over at Ryan and he just shrugged his shoulders. Just then, I saw David walk into the living room having that normal hatred look on his face. "Girls. Why don't you head on upstairs." I told them. They both got up terrified and sprinted toward their room.

"Why was your mom in the hospital? What did you do to her?" Dave screamed.

"As if you care. You're just here for her money. You have no interest in an 'older woman.'" I said putting air quotes over OLDER WOMAN. He grabbed my hair bringing me closer.

"You do not talk to me like that. That may be true, but she will never believe you. You should shut up before you get what's comin for you." Dave let go of my hair with force making me fall on the ground.

"Hey! What the hell man!" Ryan said rushing over to help me up. "Seriously, dude. Stop doing that to her, or I'll-"

"Or you'll what? Beat me up? Ooh I'm sooo scared." Dave cut Ryan off with sarcasm. Ryan just rolled his eyes, grabbed my hand, and walked out of the living room towards the backyard.

"Hey, I wasn't done talking to you." Dave yanked my arm back causing me to hit my head on the doorway wall. I held my hand up to the back of my head thinking that it would cure the pain. "Don't walk away until I'm done talking to you. You got that?" he gripped my arm and pulled me up as hard as he could leaving a bruise from where his hand was.

"Dude! Can you just stop? You're hurting her." Ryan jumped in.

"Thats the point, dipshit." Dave spat back.

"Don't talk to him like that." I said with a little less confidence than I hoped for.

"Dude. Thats hilarious. Your girlfriend is sticking up for you! Classic." Dave said in between heartless chuckles. "What are you going to do about it, princess?" He said towards me.

"This." I swooped him from under his feet which made him fall down. I then got on top of him and punched him multiple times. Dave flipped us over and started slapping me. First, with his front hand then his back, and it kept like that until Ryan pulled him off of me. Ryan kicked him in the stomach till he thought he had enough which was after like three or four times. "Hurts doesn't it? Now, we are going to leave. It seems this conversation is over." I ran upstairs with Ryan right behind me. We went inside Bree and Izzy's room. I slammed the door shut and locked it. "Are you okay?" I asked Ryan.

"Yeah. But it doesn't look like you are. Your cheeks are bruised." he put his hand on my cheek, gently rubbing the bruises with his thumb. "I'm sorry he does that stuff to you." He then took my arm and pulled me in slowly, hugging me. "Hey, I have a question for you." Ryan said slightly pushing me back.

"Okay. Shoot." I said with a smile.

"My sister's getting married and I wanted to know if you would be my date for the wedding." He said giving me his signature smile that I've always loved.

"Of course I will. When is it?"

"Next week. I'm sorry for such a short notice."

"No. It's okay. That's perfect."

"I was also wondering if you wanted to go on a - uh- date with me tomorrow?" He said scratching the back of his neck.

"Yeah. That sounds great." I said taking his hand and swinging them back and forth in front of us. We stood there for a while just smiling and looking from our hands back to each other.