I'm your what?!?!

Hey guys its my first fanfic ever lol. It will probably suck but...it's worth a try. (; -Kelsey

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I was walking home from school an chilly October afternoon. The bitter breeze rushed around me quickly. Making me pull my areopostle jacket closer to my body. As I walk past the big brown abandoned building on the way to my house I hear noises of laughter and whispers of people. Everyone in my town was so happy. I loved seeing them smile, even know I wasn't a happy person. I try to be, but it's kinda hard to go home to your father who beats you and is a alcoholic. He's been this way ever since my mom died in a car crash three years ago. Since then he's gotten married to a lady named Krista. She's really nice at points in time, but she treats me almost the same as my father. She's like the mean step-mother and I'm like Cinderella. Waiting for a prince and waiting to escape this hellhole I call home. As I walk down the sidewalk I accidentally bump into to someone and fall.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so so sorry I'm such a klutz!" She says to me.

"No no love it's fine. I wasn't watching where I was going." I say.

"My names Eleanor, but you can call me El." She sticks out her hand and I shake it.

"My name is Stormy, It's very nice to meet you El." I smile.

"Well love I have to be on my way to see my boyfriend and his family." She smiles back.

"Oh okay nice meeting you." I start to walk as my arm was grabbed.

I turn around to find Eleanor handing me a piece of paper with her number on it.

"Here's my number love. We should hang out sometime, you seem like a very sweet person." She giggles.

"Thank you El. We really should hang. Maybe tomorrow?" I ask

"Maybe." She winks.

Then we walk off our separate ways. As I head up the steps to our front door I hear a noise inside.

"GOD DAMMIT!!" I hear a yell that sends shivers up my spine.

I open the door to find a very angry father and a house that smells strong of alcohol.

"Where the fuck have you been you little bitch. I've needed you to run to the store for hours." He yells

"I-I'm sorry..I was on my way from sch-" I was interrupted by a hard slap to the face.

"I don't fucking care slut. Go get me some damn groceries." He yells again.

I grab his money and walk out the front door. The cold wind against my face where I was slapped makes it sting more. I could feel it bruising. I walk to a nearby bus stop and wait for the bus. As it pulls up I grab a seat in front and listen to people's conversation. I got off at the store and walked in got all the groceries I needed and double checked the list. I couldn't bear another slap. My father was so heavy handed. Even know the slap wasn't the worst part of the abuse.

I hated coming home. I actually tried to run away from this place once and came home to the worst beating I have ever had from my father. The only place I could really escape was school, And sometimes the library. I could always go visit my friend Jessica for a little bit but, My Dad wouldn't really let me go there much cause he knew I told her about the beatings.

I walked into the store and got everything. Taking a second glance to make sure I didn't miss anything I walked outside in the chilly air to wait for the bus. An older man sitting next to me.