Abuse, Pain, Love, and Fame (Mindless Behavior Love Story)

Chapter 1

Kate's p.o.v

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I sighed as I pushed the button on my alarm clock. At least he let me have some sleep last night. I rushed into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet, just making it there. When I was finished, I brushed my teeth and looked in the mirror.

"Yep. I definitely see what he's talking about." I said aloud. Looking at myself, I really don't see why anyone would like me. I am completely hideous. I could see the bruises he gave me for the past couple of nights on my stomach. My normally silky straight waist length hair looked like a birds' nest. My brown eyes seemed like two dull, lifeless orbs filled with sadness. That basically describes my life.

I just sighed as I got in the shower. I spent only about 5 minutes in there, even though I really like to take them. If I take to long, he uses that as another reason to hit me.

I put a towel around my body and raced back to my room. The weather wasn't to cold, but I decided on some jeans to cover up the bruises on my legs. They were finally starting to fade, but I don't need people asking me questions.

Out of all the things I can't afford, questions seems to top the list. The only person that knows about what goes on inside of this house is my best friend, Amber, and she is sworn to secrecy.

I put on a pair of dark rinse jeans, a purple pink and blue belt, and a purple and pink shirt with matching blue converse and a matching blue varsity jacket.

Out of the small selection of clothes I have, he seems to make sure they are at least nice. Amber tries to cheer me up by saying that at least he cares about what I wear, but I know the real reason. He doesn't need me going around in clothes so worn down and torn and raise any suspicion to me. I don't argue with her though. I just pretend to be happy.

I brushed all of the knots out of my usually straight hair, so they fell into nice waves cascading down to my waist. I put on a dab of lip gloss that Amber bought for me last month and I grabbed my book bag.

Today was the last day of school for the week, and I couldn't wait. This weekend, I was going to Amber's house to spend the weekend over there. Our parents called it a 'study weekend' not that I needed one. I am at the top of our classes, Southern Cali prep, where I am a junior. Being 17, almost legal to move out. That's what I waiting on, my birthday, and I will be away from this abuse. The only problem is, I have a little under a year to go.

I sighed. I ran down stairs, first checking for any signs of James-the-abusive-father. Seeing as though he hadn't woken up yet, I made myself a piece of toast and headed out of the door and I walked over to Amber's house. She lives kind of far, about 7 blocks away, but I love the walk. It helps me think about things and i have a lot on my mind. James, that history test, making sure not to let slip about the abuse, making sure I did the homework, trying to keep up with my all time favorite band, Mindless Behavior. Mostly normal things, right?

Seeing as though I had already made it there, I ran the doorbell and Mrs. Sanders opened the door.

"Hello there Kate. Amber is almost ready. Are you still coming over tonight?"

"Yes I am. We will be out until about 7, then we'll be right over." I said then smiled. Our other friend Zoey invited us to go to the beach with her directly after school.

Just then, Amber came rushing out of the house. "Bye mom!" She said before hugging her then leaving. We made it down the rest of the block before whispering in hushed voices.

"Did he do it again last night, Kate?" She asked me, concern written in her face. I shook my head no and she smiled again.

"Well you look nice." She said, trying to change the mood.

"Thanks, but not as good as you." I answered, which was true. Her golden brown locks fell almost as long as my hair, and her bright blue eyes sparkled in the light. Unlike my petite frame, she had and average one with a nice cup size. She had on a pink sundress with white sandals. I think she is way prettier than me, so I don't know why she sticks around me.

We had made it to school already, so we went to first period Chemistry and went through the rest of the school day.

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School was entirely uneventful. People left me alone, and I just stood back. Amber sat in the front seat with Zoey driving. I sat in the back passenger seat.

We made it there within 10 minutes. We set up, then Zoey and Amber went to go change. I would, but then all of my bruises would be open for the entire world to see.

I volunteered to stay behind and set up, and they agreed. I laid their blankets down and put the umbrella up.

They came back, and everything was done. I put all of the food and drinks in the cooler and the chairs were set up.

"Are you coming?" Zoey asked, looking at my still dressed body.

"Not today." I waved her off, hoping she would just leave it at that. She didn't want to, and she opened her mouth to say something else, but Amber helped me out.

"Maybe its that time of the month again. You know she can't go swimming if that's it." She whispered in her ear. Zoey raised an eyebrow at me, asking if it was true. I gave a slight shrug of my shoulders, and she nodded her head.

Amber shot me an apologetic look as she walked off, knowing the real reason I couldn't go. I waved her away, then pulled out my homework.

Eventually, a beach ball rolled under my feet. I picked it up, then started looking for it's owner.

I saw a boy with a super curly Afro waving me over. I got up, then started walking over to him to give it back to him.

He started to look more familiar, and I couldn't help but think about if I knew him from somewhere. Maybe from school or just around the neighborhood.

When I finally reached him, I knew why I noticed him. Because it was Princeton, my favorite celebrity ever, standing there, smiling at me. And I had his ball...