Supermodel (Justin Bieber).

Two.

I open my front door, and rush into the house. I take in the familiar scent of beer and smoke, and rush into my room. I make a quick look into the living room and find my dad passed out on the couch, empty beer cans around him, and cigarettes in the ashcan. I purse my lips and shut my door, never wanting to see that image again, though I live it everyday. 

I slam myself onto my unmade bed and stare at the ceiling, wanting to forget the world that I live in. I reach in my pocket and pull out the card the man I just met gave me. I give a small smile as I read the name, Scooter. I flip the thin paper of the card between my fingers, thinking if I should call this random man's number on the card. I lay there, going back and forth, never making a decision. 

I then hear a knock at the front door. 

Shit.

I slam my door open and run as fast as I can to the front door. I open the door quietly and look to see if my dad woke up. Thankfully, he didn't. 

"Please go Sean", I whisper. 

My boyfriend, Sean, answers, "Let me in". I roll my eyes, "No". I look to see if my dad is still asleep, "Please go".

Sean pushes the door towards me and comes in. I hit him in the chest, trying to push him out of the house. "I'm serious Sean, go!", I whisper. 

Sean smirks and pulls on my hand. He pulls me down the hallway to my room, and closes the door behind us. He closes my door and throws me onto my bed. 

I fucking hate him.

I kick with everything I have and try to push him away. Sean grabs my feet and locks them, not allowing me to kick. 

"Alex", Sean yells, "Fucking stop!". I stop kicking and stare at the ceiling, ignoring him as he continues to talk. I feel his hand grip my leg as he gets on top of me. His face is over mine now, staring down at me. I turn my head away, staring to the side. Sean grabs my face with this hands and jerks it to face him. 

I feel my eyes start to form tears, and my hands start to shake. I can feel Sean's breath on me, and his stench filling up my scent. Sean grumbles, "What the hell is wrong with you!". 

I try to get out of his grip, but he tightens as I do so. I feel his body lean closer to me, and my stomach turns. Sean puts lips on mine. 

I shut my lips tight and move my head side to side trying not to kiss him. Sean then kisses my neck and starts to massage my left boob with his free hand. I squirm and try everything I have to get out of his grip.

"STOP", I yell, but then regretting it. I remember by dad asleep in the living room. I fight harder, but quietly. I hate my life. I hate everything about it. I miss my mom and my little Jake. I want to die. 

I feel Sean's body being thrown off of me, and I quickly get up and hug my knees, burying my head into my knees. I feel tears rush down my face. I hear my dad yell, and I don't dare look to see. 

"MOTHERFUCKER GET OUT-" My dad yells. All I hear is a different language as my dad is yelling. I hear footsteps run out the house, and my door slam. I look up and find Sean gone, with blood stains on my dirty carpet, and my dad standing over me with bloody knuckles. 

"Daddy", I say, backing away. My dad clenches his jaw and yells gibberish at me. I can't understand what he is saying, until he hits the bed with full force. 

I whimper and feel my body about to explode. 

My dad calms down, and yanks my hand. I cry as he does, and avoid eye contact. He pushes my body down on the bed and begins to yell again. I feel my head spinning and my heart dying.

"Look what you did!" I feel my dads rage fill my empty little world. "I should have let him rape you! You sure do deserve it you whore!".

I feel my body break down. 

"You'd be better dead!" I hear my dad yell his last words as he storms out of my room. I lay there, on my bed, crying, and staring at the ceiling. I feel as if I do deserve what I have. 

I feel as if the darkness that I deserve is consuming my life, and sending me into oblivion. I shut eyes as hard as I can, wanting to escape into a dream. 

I can't. I can't dream. I can't dream because I don't deserve to dream. I open my eyes. The light blinds me. The light of darkness blinds me. 

I reach in my pocket for the card. I can't find it.

No. Please. No.

Where is it? I get up throw things, I have to find this. I pull of my bed sheets. I still can't find it. 

I hate everything. I already lost it. 

I lay on my dirty floor, ignoring the blood stains beneath me. I hate everything. I miss them so much. 

 I turn my head to try to fight off the tears. There it is. The card. I quickly jump and grab it. Yes.

I grab my phone and dial the number-

"Scooter Braun's office, how may I help you".

"I need to talk to Scooter" I say, my voice is shaking. 

"Do you have a phone appointment with him scheduled?" The clerk asks.

"No", I say.

"What's your name sweetie?" 

I clear my throat, and I feel my voice tremble, "Alex". 

"Alexandria Bloom".