Chpt.3

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I felt like he was going to run me over again. Good thing he didn't. His got closer and this time I can see him better.

His dirty blonde hair, grey eyes, pale skin like mine and much taller than me. His freckles invaded much of his cheeks and nose.

" Hey, Allie." He says with a smile. "Do you mind if I walk home with you?" "No, I don't mind. It's nice to have company." I say with a weak smile.

As we walk he tells me a little bit about himself. His 4 brothers and 3 sisters. How he's the youngest of all. His life story was nice to listen to. Almost like a fairytale, something I've always wanted. A nice happy family.

"So tell me something about you Allie." He says.

I froze for a second and just told him the basic stuff not my family troubles.

"Well, um... I like to read. I also write a little. I don't really go out much, it's not really my thing you know." I try not to hesitate.

He smiles at me and asks for my number. I give him my phone so he can write it down, he gives me his so I could write mine down.
When we're done exchanging phone numbers we keep walking.

We got to my house and I know my dad wasn't home, because he gets home at 10:30. It's only 3:30. So I invite him in.

He then says, "Hey Allie, you told me. That you write a little, do you mind showing me some of your writing if it's ok with you?" I nod and show him to my room. I show him my writing binder and let him read it. "Allie, I'm going to read it out loud if it's ok." I nod again.

{begins to read}

"The moon and its shimmering light. The Stars and there glorious glow. They dance in the night sky, as I sit and stair. Admiring the way they shine..."

He takes a little pause then continues.

"There beautiful, why wouldn't they be? I stair at there every movement and start to wonder if I can be a star like them too. There graceful and each on is different. A whole different movement and pattern, yet they fit so well."

He stops once more and stairs at me for a while then says, "This Allie is a masterpiece, a beautiful work of art." I smile shyly and thank him for the compliment. We sit in my room for hours, listening to my poems, short story's and essays.

My favorite line from my favorite poem called: "lonely Girl" was...

" She was tired. Physically and mentally. She wanted to open her eyes and never open them again."

That line was meant for me, but I kept quiet.

Jeremy left and I was left home. I took a cold shower then I treated my bruises.

A moment later I hear the door slam. I can tell it was my dad. I ran down stairs and greeted him with a smile. He smiled back, looking tired and hungry. I run to the fridge and make him a sandwich with potato chips on the side and juice. He eats it all up and I quickly take his plate and clean it.

" Dad, I'm pretty tired I'm going to sleep ok.? He turns and nods, then answers " Ok, goodnight. Allie can you hand me a beer?"

I freeze and answer "Dad I don't think you should be drinking at this hour. I mean your tired and you should rest." He slams his fist in the table.

"DAMN IT ALLISON, DID I ASK FOR YOUR GOD DAMN OPINION... NO I ASK FOR A GOD DAMN BEER!!! YOUNG LADY SHUT THE HELL UP AND GET ME MY FUCKING BEER!!!" He yelled.

I ran to the fridge got him the beer and sat it on the table. He looks at me and with great strength he pushes me to the coffee table. He keeps yelling at me and yelling. As I try to get up he pushes me down harder. Next thing I know he's punching me in the face. I feel numb. My dad then leaves me on the floor, he goes to his room and slams the door shut with his beer.

After an hour or so I get up. My body just hurts so bad. I go up the stairs and to my room. Then I slowly close my room door without a sound.

I stand in front of the mirror and all I see is a hurt girl, living in a hell hole. I start to cry softly and try to wipe the blood away. My nose is bleeding and I have pieces of glass in my skin and hair. It took me about 2 hours to get the glass out. I go to my bed and try to go to sleep. I couldn't help it, all I can do right now is cry.

As I laid in bed I thought about my life. Why is this happening to me? Why did my mom leave us? Why did she only take my brother? These thoughts ran through my head till I finally fell asleep with my body still aching.

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