I swear every time they are together they are like this. We don't have any glass wear anymore, all of it has either been thrown at each other, or at a wall.
Things have just been going down hill.
One night I was finishing my homework when I heard the door open and close. My mother was in her room, with a locked door.
I heard stumbling. Things knocking over and breaking.
shit. He's drunk.
I quickly got up and went to my door, trying to lock it. He got there first. He swung open the door, hitting me in the face.
"WHERE ARE YOU, YOU LITTLE BITCH?!" He screamed.
He looked around and saw my crouched figure by the door. He grabbed me strangling my arm.
"You!" He yelled, "YOURE THE CAUSE OF THIS! I WOULDN'T BE HERE IF IT WASNT FOR YOU! I COULD BE FREE! FUCKING EVERY GIRL I WANT BUT NOO! YOUR MOTHER JUST HAD TO HAVE YOU! WE DONT WANT YOU! WE NEVER DID! YOU WERE JUST AN ACCIDENT! NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOU! YOULL NEVER FIND HAPPINESS, YOULL BE MISERABLE YOUR WHOLE LIFE BECAUSE NO ONE WILL WANT YOU. No one will ever want you. Understand?"
At this point I was crying. My own father telling me that he did not want me, that I was just a mistake.
Who would say that to anyone, to their own fucking daughter for crying out loud.
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER YOU BASTARD!" My mother yelled.
"YOU! HOW DARE YOU TELL ME WHAT TO DO WOMAN! IAM THE MAN IN CHARGE, I DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT. PERIOD!"
"Get the fuck out of my house, or I'm calling the police."
"You can't tell me-"
"GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE NOW!"
And with that he ran out.
I'm still weeping in the corner, looking terrified.
"May? May. It's ok." My mother soothed.
I never spoke. I just dismissed myself. I went to the bathroom. Looking at myself and back at my razor.
I'm just a mistake. Nobody loves or wants you. No one will miss you. Just go, it's miserable here. You'll never have anyone, just do it.
I grabbed my razor. Looking at myself, where's the best place?
I started at my wrists. Slicing at the skin, blood pouring from the fresh wounds. I moved to my upper arm. Slicing. Killing. Do what must be done.
I was about to move to my neck, when I heard a knock on the door.
It opened. There I saw a wide-eyed Richie.
"MAYLA!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!!!!"
I just stared at him.
He ran over to me taking the razor, grabbing a towel, putting it on my wounds.
"What do you think you were doing?!"
"I-i was going to hurt myself Richie. My dad told me no one wanted me, that I was a mistake."
"Mayla! How could you think like that?! I care for you! I would be nothing without you! You hear me? Nothing! Don't ever, and I mean ever do that again!"
I just stared blankly.
"Come on May. Let's get you to bed."
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I've Got To Get You Into My Life
Fanfic15 year old Mayla Hunter is the new girl in her high school, she has a rough start until she meets Paul McCartney. They start out as just friends, will their relationship become more serious, or will they go off in different directions?
