A second chance

Chapter 5

Ivy P.O.V

The rest of the day was a blur. I didn't go to the car parke at lunch but I'm sure I would have to go tomorrow.  You may be  wondering,  why does she get bullied? Well, I am not a quiet person,  I always have to have the last words, and I won't go down with out a fight, that, my dear freinds is why people hate me so much.

The last bell rings and my feet  run through the rain towards my house. Something seems off, something seems very very off. My dads car is not here, he always stays at home. Maybe he decided to leave. No! surly not, I knew he wanted to leave but I thought he would wait until I finished college? I open the door to find my mom lying on the floor, drunk, as usual. No surprise. 

"Hi mom, um . . . . . . where is dad? 

She stands up to look at me and when she does I can see an emotion cross her face. Sadness and guilt. My mom is quick to hide her emotions and before it had shown, the emotion was already gone.

"Why do care you slūt?"

"He is my dad. He may be drunk all the time or sleeping around, but he is still my dad nun the less. So I care."

A single tear left fell down her face. I reached my hand up to wipe it away but she slapped it away before I could.

"He left. Boom! Now you see him, now ya don't. And you know why he left?"

I shook my head, her voice was filled with hatred now, sadness and guilt now long forgotten. 

"Because of you!" 

She started screaming at me, telling me what a horrible person I was, but I didn't hear her. I made a start of running up to my room before I was yanked back and pushed up against the wall.

"You are a useless child. I hate you and never wanted to have you. You little accident!"

"wha."

I didn't finish. I knew my parents acted like they hated me but I never saw this coming. By now the tears were streaming down my face. She slapped my until I fell down of the floor. She used this as an opportunity to kick the shīt out of me. I get up and glare at her. SLAP a hand collided with my face again, but this time I could feel its burn. 

"Now, run of to your room and stay there, you slūt."

She said the words so calmly it hurt. I ran up the stair, and into my room. I slammed the door closed and started sobbing. I need something to distract me, I got up and started searching for the thing that would take my mind of what happened, the little things that would make me feel happy, the little things that could make me forget.

A/N: sorry that I haven't updated in a loooong time so I will update twice this week. Promise.

Question 1: To fast?

Question 2: Is the language used okay? More or less of it? (Please note that I did try to use letters like Ū or Ī)