*****WHEN THE WORDS GO ITALICIZED; ITS A DREAM******
2 years ago-----
My lips fold into a hard-line. I look at myself in the mirror. So. Much. Acne.
--Crackle--
A bottle shatters into my door, the floor boards of the hard wood floor creaking until its death nears, and then completely stops. My dad's face hovers into my room, then his body. The door pulls open. He looks at me and sneers.
"You think studying is gonna get you somewhere, punk?" He bellows, taking a swig of his beer.
"Yes sir." My voice comes out weak, and strained.
"If you think reading those damn books is going to get you somewhere then you're in for a rude awakening!" He continues to laugh.
"Sorry, sir."
"Go to sleep, now!" He screams, and slams the door. He walks out, his boots crunching on beer bottles, any type of alcohol -- you name it.
I lay there until my eyes betray me, no longer holding my worries, but making them spill onto my chest like a forgotten leaf.
Present Time---- (:::
"You're going to get slapped, you keep talking like that!"
A shout awakens me like I hadn't even been asleep.
Mom..
"Nicholas, I'm just trying to make dinner."
Her voice sounds like butter, her hair in a perfect bun, a beautiful tan dress.
"Don't tell me what you are, and aren't doing." He snaps, not stopping.
"Please, just, let me cook okay?" Her voice shakes.
His hand jumps into the air, never stopping until it lands right on her cheeks and like magic, water spews from her eyes.
"How could you!?" She wipes at her eyes, "you said you'd stop."
His eyes open and close quickly.
"Stop crying!" He yells.
She doesn't. She can't.
Once again she's hit. This time she falls onto the floor. My body tightens. No, no, mom! No!
"NO!"
"THAT'S MY MOM!"
I'm awoken with an arm on my head, and one on my stomach.
The girl with the scars engraved in her face looks at me. I'm rushed with confusion. I forgot she had found me.
"A-are you okay??" Her lip quivers.
"I'm fine. Sorry for waking you." My voice is stale. I put a jacket on along with my vans.
She chases after me.
"Wait, where are you going?"
"Leave me alone, Belle."
I slam the door and immediately open Emma's.
I walk in and pull her into a hug, she looks at me with weary eyes. I forgot it was so early, once I saw that Belle was in my apartment I decided I'd rather pass out than listen to how she found me. I just wanted to know when she's leaving . . . and that's tomorrow. Thank god.
"Are you okay?" Her fingers lace through my short blonde hair, and she brings her lips to my forehead.
"Shh come here."
She lays me on her couch and puts a blanket over me. We've been dating for a month now, and she's known me for years. The nightmares aren't new to her.
She gently slides in next to me, brushing the hair from my face. I fall asleep faster than I woke up and like that; we're in a trance.
My beautiful woman beside me, and my worst nightmare in my apartment . . .
Authors Note:
I mixed this chapter up big time yo. Update me or comment on how you like it; or if it was too confusing. Anything I can get I shall take. (::
~~~|sky
---my annoying editior, everyone; Maria Kilgus. :P
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