Well This is Awkward...

5

"What is she doing here?" He asks bitterly,

"She's staying here for a while so I can file some law suits on her dad!" His dad yells,

"But why here? Why not at some foster house?" Vanoss yells,

"Because I said so!" His dad yells back,

"I don't want her to live here! I hate her!" He yells,

"Evan God dammit! Why can't you be empathetic for once in your goddamn life! She was abused for fucks sake!" His dad yells louder,

"Fine! Fine! Fine! She can stay! My god!" Vanoss or Evan yells.

"I'm so sorry you had to see and hear that!" His dad apologizes to me,

"It's fine, I'm used to it, your son he." I start,

"He what?" His dad asks,

"He bullies me." I say, a tear slides down my face and Evans dad drags him out of the room yelling down the stairs and out the door. I sit on the bed crying for a while until someone walks in,

"Hello? Evan?" Someone calls, crap it was Brock! I try to get to the door to close it but fall off the bed with a thump, he runs up the stairs and walks into the room I was in and that's when I realize I was in short shorts, a sports bra, and a sweatshirt, crap.

"Why are you here?" He sneers shoving me into the wall,

"I, I, I, um..." I start but he slaps me, I let out a yelp and soon enough Evan's dad is up the stairs and has Brock off of me.

"Brock? What the hell?" He yells, Brock looks up at him,

"Why is she here?" He asks,

"Tell him Mr. Fong, I don't care anymore." I spit bitterly wiping blood off of my lip,

"Her dad abuses her and you and Evans friends bully her! Do you have any idea how much trouble you can get into if she were to self harm or commit suicide?" He yells, Brock's eyes widen and I look at the flood, Evans dad turns to me, "you haven't self harmed right?"

"I started in 9th grade, mostly because of my dad not wanting me, saying I was a mistake and my mom cheated on me and had two kids, other reason is because they would bully me, girls at school would open my cuts to make them bleed more." I say looking up at him,

"Evan! Get up here! And get all your friends over here!" His dad yells, Evan yells something back and soon enough in a few minutes Evan and his crew are upstairs in the room, I move to the bed and Mr. Fong has them sit on the floor,

"Y/n, tell them what happened? Your whole story." He says, I nod and look up at them,

"You know how people say a new year is a fresh start? A clean slate? Well some people don't start with a clean slate, they start with a damaged one. My slate has been damaged ever since 8th grade, when you guys started bullying me. Non-stop beating, pushing, pulling of hair, spitballs, toilet dunks, stuff like that. That's also the year my dad started abusing me, he told me that my mom cheated on him and had two children, me and a boy, he hated me for that because mom left him and left me with him, he abused me, threatened me, beat me, broke bones, gave me bruises, made my legs cut up." I show them the cut skin on my legs from yesterday, Lui and David grimace,

"Then in 9th grade, I um, well, I, I resorted to self harm, I had enough of everything and wanted to die, so I cut, my dad would buy bleach and put a note on it saying 'if the whore wants to kill herself' I would cry myself to bed constantly. Girls at school would open my cuts with needles and pins, they would bleed a lot but I always stopped the blood." I say showing my cuts, the new ones and numerous scars, their eyes looked pained,

"You guys bullied me more and more and I became more and more depressed each passing day, each day I had the urge to kill myself, I eventually tried to but my dad came home and beat me so bad I was home for a week, no food, water, medication, anything. Each passing year I dread having to go to school because of what you guys do to me. Last night when I ran away from my dad Evan found me and kicked me in the stomach until I bled, I was so tired of everything I cut myself down my arms and partially down my legs, it's your faults I'm like this, I'm fragile and dying, I always thought people would be happy when I die, I was going to kill myself yesterday but Evans dad found me, if it wasn't for him I would be dead, and sadly, no one would be grieving for me." I say, I get up and walk to the bathroom, I lock the door crying and grab the razor. I bring it to my skin and cut, I cut a few times when I hear a banging on the door,

"Y/n! What are you doing in there?" It was Evan, why did he care?

"Dying, just like how you wanted!" I yell, I take the razor and go up my arm opening every scar I had made. My vision gets blurry and I pass out.