You're Different

Bitchy, isn't she?

(A/N: Hello. Sorry that my tittles of each chapters don't sound exciting, but just go along with it. Yeah, that's all I got for now.)

"Bloody hell." I said in my mind.

I barley closed my eyes and I already hear screaming. What's with today? I put my chair up and look around. Where the fuck is that screaming coming from? I took off my sunglasses and turned on my car. I put my windows up and got the car. I looked around again and saw Tracy screaming as she was being pulled by her hair. Her father pulling her hair.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" He pushed her to the ground.

"Your mother should of put you for adoption!" He yelled at her.

He had a bottle of beer in his hand. Who the fuck gets drunk at 1pm? I shook my head and walked up to him.

"Mr. Willow, please go home." I tell him.

He looked at me and laughed. He took a sip of his beer.

"What are you going to do about it? You're just a small teenager. I don't even know why my daughter hangs out with people like you. Fags." He laughed and took another sip of his beer.

"Say fags one more time, I dare you." I challenged him.

"Fa-", before I let him finish what he was going to say, I punched him in the balls. He fell on his knees.

"I don't care if you're Tracy's father, you've been nothing but a drunken idiot to her. If I ever see or hear that you've hit her, I won't hesitate to call the cops on you're dumbass." I tell him.

He looked at me and laughed again.

"Where she going to go when once I'm in jail?" He tried to stand up.

"With me, you idiot. Use your fuckin brain. Oh wait, you can't because of how much alcohol you've been drinking has damaged your brain." I laughed.

He stood up. I immediately stepped back. He rose his hand up like he was going to hit me, but he was too drunk and missed. He fell to the ground, probably passed out. I roll my eyes and ran over to Tracy. Tears were running down her face, a bruised up lip, and her face was turning red.

"It's okay. Tracy, i'm here." I helped her up and hugged her

Tracy hugged me tightly. She was sobbing.

"He t-told m-me that he was going t-to beat me, o-once we g-got home." Tracy stuttered as she cried even harder.

I rose an eyebrow at her. Is she for real? No, she definitely going to be staying at my house. I pulled away from the hug.

"Pack your things at your house, you're going to be staying with me as long as you're alive. Don't try to argue with me. We'll go after school, okay?" I whipped her tears.

Tracy nodded. I grabbed her hand and walked her to the restrooms. I got a few stares, but I seriously don't care. All I care about is making sure Tracy is okay. We walked into the bathroom. I let go of her hand and grabbed a few paper towels and whipped her tears.

"You gotta p-promise me something." Tracy told me.

"What is that?" I wiped away a tear that was falling down her face.

"You can't tell anyone or the cops about what happened." Tracy said to me.

"No, I will not watch you get hurt by your stupid father who blames you for everything." I protested.

Tracy shook her head.

"Please Cara. Do you even know what he's capable of? He's going to try to hunt me down and probably you too." Tracy stepped back.