"Wake up you b*tch!"
I mentally groaned. What a nice way to be woken up. Pounding continued on the other side of my bedroom door.
"I said wake up!"
I forgot to mention. I live with a alcoholic 'boyfriend' named Kyle who was nice for the first ten minutes I knew him. He won't let me leave either. What a Prince Charming, right?
"Wake up Ivy!"
"All right, hold ya' horses." I put my pillow on top of my head.
The pounding briefly stopped, only to have the door practically kicked off its hinges.
Kyle barged into the room, and shoved me off the bed, blankets and all.
"Hurry up and make breakfast, lazy w*ore!" The scent of liquor was thick on his breath.
"Alright, already." I reluctantly got up and went downstairs.
His friend Liam was passed out on the kitchen table. The guys were to drunk to care what I cooked, so I fried some eggs. Heck, I could serve them rocks and they'd be to drunk to care.
Kyle came downstairs swearing. He kept bumping into things.
He bumped into me, sending me flying into the stove.
I cried out in pain. There was a big red burn mark going down half my arm.
Kyle stared at me, as if almost horrified at what he did.
"Ivy- I didn't mean to-"
I ran up stairs refusing to listen. I locked myself in the bathroom.
This was the last straw.
"Ivy?" Kyle pounded on the door. "Please open the door."
I barely listened. I leaned against the cement bathroom door, and cried myself to sleep.
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Never Look Back
Adventure"You won't kill anyone else! I'll stop you!" "We'll see about that." Then he picks up his gun...
