The tears streamed down my face as I held the blade to my wrist, ready to slice it open, once again. I held it closely; this was the only thing that understood my pain. It eased it, and made me feel better. My razor was my best friend, the only thing that could comfort me.
I was sobbing harder then I have in years. Why am I here, anyways? I’m useless, nobody wants me. He left me a long time ago, he abandoned me and my mother. He took the one who held me together when I needed him the most. He ruined me.
I shot up, sweat pouring off of my forehead and soaking my bed. Why was I dreaming of that? It was so long ago… I let go of my past.. Haven’t I?
There was a knock at my door. “Cara, dear, are you alright?”
“Um, yeah. Yeah, I am.”
“But I heard you-”
“I’m fine, Sarah!”
There was silence on the other end of my door, then footsteps leading down the stairs, getting softer with every step. Finally, there was none, and I let out a sigh of relief. Why was Sarah even here? She knows that when dad isn’t here, that she shouldn’t bother me at all. I can’t stand her.
She’s has red hair, and a squeaky voice that reminds me of a rat in pain. She has Brown eyes that are so dark, you’d swear that they’re black. She’s pretty tall, about maybe 5’4”, and she has a medium bust; but she sleeps around. I should know; half of my friends fathers slept with her. Let‘s just say, I hate her with a passion. Time and time again he’s found her cheating, but he always runs back to her.
Reaching out to my night stand, I grabbed my glasses, and slid them onto my face. I blinked a couple times, before my vision cleared from fuzzy to crystal clear. Pushing the covers off of half my body, I straightened out my shorts and shirt. I stretched before unplugging my phone, turning it on, and started to trudge through the mess of a room I call mine.
My phone buzzed about three times while I was going to the washroom. Afterwards, I checked my phone. Twitter and Damian. Huh. Nothing new, really. I went downstairs just to find dad sitting there with Sarah pretty much sucking his face off.
I got some orange juice out of the fridge and slammed the door, getting both dads and Sarahs attention. “Oh, hi, Honey. How was your sleep?”
“Good. What’s she doing here, dad?”
“She’s just visiting.” Dad stated as she pecked him on the cheek, sending me a sickeningly sweet smile. I could see the glint of evil in her eyes, though. She couldn’t hide it.
“Yeah, well tell her to stay out of my room and leave me alone. I didn’t want to come and live with you anyways, after what you did to mom and I.” I snapped.
He glared at me. “That was a long time ago, Care-bear. You know I changed, so stop bringing that up.”
“Dad! You left mom and I alone, stranded! Then, years later you come back into my life and fight for custody, winning me and telling me I have a half-brother!” I felt my eyes start to get damp. Shit, I can’t cry. I can’t let him see how he hurt me.
I stormed up to my room, quickly changing into a purple cropped shirt, with a denim skirt and plaid knee-high socks. I raced down the stairs, texting Damian and Aaron that I was coming over, whether they were sleeping or not. I slammed the door as hard as I could, and didn’t look back.
After getting a couple of blocks away, I slowed my pace. Damian texted me back that Sophie was already over there. Well, at least they know my whole past, so they should understand…
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A Game Well Played
Teen FictionCara is just the average teenage girl. She hangs with her friends and goes to concerts; but there's one problem. She's constantly running into Josh, the lead singer of Marianas Trench, and a huge flirt. Will Cara fall for his charm, or will she fal...
