your crying shoulder

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Gianna's POV

"Daddy please!" The hot tears continued to stream down my face as my fathers belt came down on to my bare back. I was 4 at the time.

"That's for not getting me the damn beer like I asked!" He spat.

"ANTHONY!"

I whimpered as my mother walked in. Daddy said I wouldn't see her again if she found out about the abuse. "Gianna, stay here. I need to have a chat with your mother." I winced. Daddy said he wanted to have a chat with me before he beat me every time.

"A very serious chat."

I woke up sweating. I cried harder than I have in a while. That was the last time I saw my mother. My father told me she left him because of me. I believed that for a long time. Until I found out he killed her that night.

I cried harder as I picked up my phone and called my only friend. Jack Gilinsky. The hate from the fans I received didn't exactly make me feel better.

"Jack?" My voice cracked.

"What's wrong baby? I can't have my best friend upset what's wrong."
I didn't reply. I sniffed and hung up. He texted me.

"I'm on my way hold on."

Jacks POV
I pulled into Gianna's driveway. I ran into her room to see her laying on her bed. Her cheeks were puffy, her eyes were red, and tear stains ran down her cheeks. I took my shoes off and climbed into her bed. She burrowed her head into my chest. I put my chin on her head.
"Thanks for being there for me Gilinsky"
"Always."

THE NEXT DAY.....

"Hey look, it's the little whore."
" She's not a whore Nash!" I snap.
"Really? Then what where you doing at her house last night? Driving her to school today? Are you really that low Gilinsky?"

"N-no. We didn't sleep together asshole."

"See, that's where I don't believe you. This will ruin your reputation Gilinsky that's for sure."

"What the hell do you want Nash?"

"I want you to not talk to that dumb bitch."
I growled, knowing I had no choice.

"Done."

A/N OOOOO HE AINT NO FRIEND BITCH. I'm hungry. -Ang