Pinch me I'm dreaming

I hate them

My parents are abusive, they get drunk throwing anything they can get there hands on at me; books, plates, ornaments, bottles. My father is the one who abuses me, throwing hard objects at me, aiming for my head. My Mother on the other hand is normally the one to shout insults at me. I sometimes get home from school to find my room absolutely trashed, my clothes every ware, my bed pulled apart, my books half open with pages ripped out. The only food in the house is tinned food or two minute noodles, I'm fifteen and I have to cook dinner every night otherwise I get a beating, as well as getting sent to my room with no food and no shower. I have to keep my school books and anything else I value or cherish in my school locker, other wise it either gets smashed or sold for money (alcohol). Most parents that have an unplanned child love them to pieces anyway even if they weren't planned. My parents wish they never had me, telling me I'm a waste of space and money. Sometimes I don't know if it is them who's talking or if it is the alcohol. Both times I know it's true, even if the alcohol is talking, I know they are still thinking it. I'm failing at school, with no help from my parents I'd be surprised if I passed any subjects. I don't have a cell phone, or a laptop, no iPod, not even a lousy pair of earphones with a music player. There is only one thing I do have, that one thing my parents can't take away from me, I have someone who I can trust, someone who I can rely on, someone who I know would help me in the time of need. That one person is the person I use to be enemies with..........that boy is Cody Barker.