Kellin's POV
"Pleaseeeeee Kells?" Vic pleaded. "Just one date". We had been friends for about a month now and through that whole period he has yet to stop asking me on a date. "Why do you want to take me on a date?". It's not that I don't want to go on a date with Vic, it's that I don't want him to realize how pathetic I am. If my father says it, it must be true. The bell rings for class to be over. "I just think you're amazing" Vic says sheepishly. I blush and walk off. "I'll think about it!" I yell over my shoulder as I speed walk out of school. I walk home and sneak quietly inside, careful not to wake my drunk father. I creep up the stairs and shut my door. I flop on my bed and think. Raising my wrist to my face I trace my scars. What could he possibly see in me? My thoughts were interrupted suddenly by my father kicking open my door. Without any words being said he yanks me off my bed and throws me against the wall. His boots making contact to my ribs repeatedly and finally, a blow to my face knocking me unconscious.
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I wake up on the cold floor. I creep out of my room and into the bathroom to shower. Bruises pepper my body. I sigh and pick up my razor.
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I shudder and turn on the water. I finish undressing and step into the scalding hot water. My cuts all over my body sting like hell. The soap burns them as I scrub away the dried blood. I get out of the shower and put on black skinnies, converse and a blink-182 shirt. I slip on an oversized Led Zeppelin hoodie and grab my bag. I walk past my father who is passed out drunk on the couch. I walk outside and call Vic. "Hello?" He answers sleepily. "Kells what are you doing up this early on a Saturday?". I sigh and begin to speak. "I'll go on a date with you Vic.". "Wait. Really?" He asks me, much more awake now. "Yeah. Can you come get me?" I whisper. "No problem Kells I'll be there in a bit." He says and hangs up. I sigh and sit on the curb. Awaiting his arrival.
