My heart sinks as I enter the meticulously small apartment I occupy along side my father. I silently prepare myself before pushing the door open hoping he won't hear me as I enter , but he does and boy is he angry.
"Where have you been?!" I hear his voice resonate angrily and I cringe knowing fully well that somehow it is my fault, I had made him angry. I always do.
Before I can answer I feel his swift movements and a sting across my left cheek, he has hit me, leaving a scarlet reminder in its shadow.
My father is the idealistic person you will look to, if you want another word for 'rudimentary' He has patchy skin and stark blond hair flecked with streaks of grey,his eyes are lethal as the dark is to a petrified baby, you cant escape it, just as a baby cant escape a power outage. His sloppy clothes are as crumpled and unkempt as usual aswell is the everpresent mustard stain crusting along his colar, I feel a need to wipe it away but prevent myself as it wont help.
"I was at work," I whisper, timorously. He grunts aimlessly at my response, before leaving me to cower in solace.
I am used to him doing this, this is my reality and I know no different.
Ever since I was seven when my mother had gotten tired of him beating her she left, I had become his asset opposed to his offspring and was now currently stuck in this askew cut out semblence of a life, which I understand to be the only mean of a life I will recieve from this man bypassing himself off as a father, wheras now I see him as more of an administrator, a dictator.
I trip up the stairs in my aimless attempt to dissapear, but he grabs my ankle and I am hauld down the rotting chipped stairs.
Before I can understand his reasoning I am pushed outside the door I had left open.
"Go! I have guests coming soon and I dont want them leaving at the sight of my rundown pathetic failure of a daughter, I want you gone for the entire night!"
By guests I am sure he means another whore for him and his 'friends' to gawk at. I shrug my shoulders in defeat but know that my question is not welcome. Where the hell am I soppose to go?
I find myself walking aimlessly down cobbled path to molding road and have found myself outside my school, Bridgeport state for the mentally enthralled.
The wind whips my maroon hair out of place and delicitley slaps my cheeks, yet another reminder of my father, I choke on unshead tears and unswollowed saliva as memorys peal through, adjoining with my present day feeling, fathers words imasculating me. 'you are nothing but a selfish little whore' 'no wonder nobody ever loved her, I mean look at that thing'
My fathers words to my mother took over my thoughts.
My mind wanders once again and by this point I am starting to move towards the library.
Had my father always been like this? Was it really my fault? Of course it was, thats who I was 'The home wrecker' as my father had called me on numerous occasions, well who can blame him?
That was who I was, the wonderous believer,once I had believed I could fix our family. . . I was silly to believe that and in heighn sight I probably should have seen it sooner, the reason for their fights was me, my inability to go to normal school, there I didnt learn anything, because everything I could have been taught I already knew, my mother had pushed the subject, finally admiting to herself that they couldnt afford it, now I pay for my own schooling, using any spare money I could scrape out from the botton of the tip jar at freddy's, the small payment I make walking dogs during my breaks and the money I made from doing other peoples homework, the bigger the assignment the wider the pay.
My father had started making me pay rent on our apartment two weeks ago, but he dousn't push when I don't on time, I guess he understands that if I leave he won't have anyone to push around anymore.
I nestle in the sewn leather sofa and pull out a copy of 'romeo and juliet' before I am whisked into the entailing novel I cant help but wonder If anybody will love me enough to give up their life for mine, before my fathers words spring to mind 'why would anybody give up there life for something as pathetic as you?'
That, is a very good question.
A/N: on the side ( Lucy hale) as Ava, good? Bad? Any other ideas?
Xxxx- M
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Novela Juvenil"I'm not sure how I got here. . . wandering aimlessly, from every molding rock I stood on to the roads that lead me here, all I knew was that I could never go back. . ." Ava Mikealson: haunted, ever tragically and heroically haunted, seventeen year...
