Emotions

Chapter one

"CRASH"

Oh no. He's back.

I'm currently sitting in my room. Reading a new book I found laying around somewhere. I've probably read it before, I just don't remember. I have a horrible memory.

That loud crash meant that my dad was back home from a bar or from gambling. Doesn't matter which. Ever since mom died he has been this way. It doesn't help that he blames me for her death. But it's ok, I do to.

"RILEY! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!"

That's my Que.

I walk down stairs and into the kitchen, where my dad is not so patiently waiting for me. He looks pissed and is holding a beer bottle in his hands. Which is never good for him, and especially not me.

"I TOLD YOU TO CLEAN THIS KITCHEN!" He screamed at me. I stare at him, with my usual emotionless face.

"No you didn't." I say calmly. Trying not to anger him more. Which doesn't work.

"DONT SASS ME YOU LITTLE BITCH! AND WHERE IS MY SANDWICH!"  He yells again.

"You did not ask for one." I say. This only angers him more. He raises his hand, and slaps me across the face as hard as he can. I can already know that there will be a bruise.

"I'm sick of your fucking sass you little slut. get OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE!"

I'm surprised, he usually would beat me then tell me to go to my room with no diner. I didn't react fast enough and he grabbed my arm and dragged me to the door.

He opened it and through me outside in the freezing cold. I landed on by wrist and a sharp pain shot through it. Yelped but ignored it. I looked back up at the door to see my dad glaring at me.

"DONT COME BACK YOU UGLY BITCH!" Was all I heard before he slammed the door.

It all happened so fast, I didn't know what to think. I slowly got up, still ignoring the pain in my wrist. We lived on a quiet street with those houses that look like they were shoved into a alleyway. But luckily we lived in walking distance of a park.

I fixed my eye patch that was on my right eye so it was still hidden behind my hair. My dad forced me to were it because he couldn't stand to look at my eye. He said it reminded him of my mom.

I was glad I had to wear it though. He hated it so much that he would punch it. He also tried to cut it with a knife but would always miss and cut around it. So now there were scars all around it.

I began walking to the park. Usually I would go to the park a little later than this anyway when my dad went to sleep. I liked to walk around and look at the stars. And when I couldn't sleep I just did that until the sun came up. Then I went back to the house and went to my room before dad noticed.

I finally made it to the park after a few minutes of walking and sat down on a nearby park bench. I got comfortable and leaned my head back to close my eyes.  The silence was nice, I almost fell asleep, until I heard footsteps.

I jolted my head up, thinking it was my dad looking for me. But it was just a couple walking by. They ignored me and continued on. I released the breath I was holding in. And laid down on the bench, I was laying my head on one of my hands, the other hanging of the side.

It was so peaceful that I drifted of into a nice sleep.

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"Hello? Are you ok?"

I jolt up, looking around for my dad. Luckily it was just two girls and one guy. They were all around my age. They looked at me confused, until one of the girls spoke up.

"Um are you ok? You have a bruise on your cheek and your wrist looks broken!" She said looking at my swollen wrist.

"Oh, yes it does." I say back looking at my oddly bent wrist.

"Oh my gosh! We have to get you to a hospital!" The other girl says.

"Nick, pick her up and take her to the car." Shes tells the boy, and he nods at her and steps towards me. I hold my other hand up to stop him.

"I'm find I can get up." I tell him and he nods. I stand up and look around. That's when I remember what happened. I got kicked out, and now I'm stuck at the park. With two freaked out and worried girls and a guy trying to calm them down.

I start walking to the hospital with out them. Seeming as they are to busy freaking out over what to do to help.

"Wait! Where are you going?!" One of the girls ask me. I stop and turn around to look at them.

"To the hospital." I say, my face still emotionless through all of this.

"Wait for us!" The other girl says, running to catch up with me, while the others follow. I look at her when she finally catches up.

"You guys don't have to come you know." I tell them. They give me confused looks.

"Why wouldn't we? You're all alone, and need someone to be there with you." The guy, Nick I think, speaks up.

I stare blankly before replying.

"I don't need anyone to be there for me."