Bad Boy In Love

Chapter 1- The Beginning

Tyler Castle

"Are you kidding me?" I yell at my alarm clock that is now ringing in my ear, I loudly sigh and throw a pillow at it. It is ridiculous how early a teenager wakes up for school. This is just my usual mornings, and of course my alarm clock is jealous of the relationship I have with my bed. Sometimes I even miss my alarm clock. I swing my legs to the side of my bed and rub my eyes, taking the eye boogies out. Just great, another day of hell- I mean life.

Walking towards my bathroom, I look at myself in the large mirror that's in front of my face. I see a nerd who has no life with a nest on my head. Rubbing my eyes some more and stretching my arms, I turn on the hot water and wait for it to warm up. I put my hand under the water. Of course I'm an idiot.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed and quickly pull my hand out of the steamy water. Shaking my hand to dry the hot water, I turn off the water and mentally face palm. What went on in my mind thinking it was perfectly safe to put my hand under steaming hot water?

I walk out of my bathroom and see my mom standing there with her hands crossed over her chest. She gives me a 'are you kidding me' look.

"What?" I ask with my hands in the air.

"Tyler this is the third time you did this, this week," she said in anger. Geez, what's her problem.

I gave her that 'and your point is?' look. Then her boyfriend comes behind her and wraps his arms around her waist. She squeals by surprise, turns to him and kisses him. It's gross, waking up only finding your mother making out with her boyfriend is not an image I would want to think of.

"Get a room," I roll my eyes and slam the door on their faces. What's the worst she can do? I bet she doesn't even care about me anymore.

Stupid Josh, Ever since he came into my mom and my life, my mom pays less attention to me and more attention to him. I'm the child here. Also, every time they have the chance to spend time together they seem to be sucking faces. I shivered in disgust, just thinking about it makes me want to hurl. I can't stand their relationship. It just consists of make out sessions, screaming at night, and going out all night, leaving me to cook for myself.

I walk to my closet and open it. I had a very small closet, but it didn't matter because I don't have much clothes. I only have outfits for a week and they're just band shirts, skinny jeans, and two sweaters. Just like before, my mom never focused on me and I didn't have a job, so I have to accept what I have now.

I pick a pair of light blue jeans, a Pierce The Veil t-shirt, a sweater, and quickly grab my undergarments. I grab my iPhone and walk in the bathroom. Turning on the shower and waiting for the warm water to settle, I place my iPhone on my iHome, scroll through my play-list and play "The Boy Who Could Fly" by Pierce The Veil. I close my door shut and lock it. I love Pierce The Veil, if you couldn't notice how many times I've mention them. Humming to the lyrics, I strip down and rush into the shower.

The warm water feels so relaxing on my ice cold body. In no matter what temperature I'm in, I was always cold. Sometimes, in the summer, but only when I'm in an air conditioned house.

I turn off the water and wrap myself with my towel. I unlock the door and swing it open. Then Josh's son, James smirks and winks at me.

"Hey darling." His eyes lingered throughout my body. He was studying me, which made me feel uncomfortable. I could admit James is hot, but a huge jerk. He is known for breaking girls hearts, and taking them for granted. And ever since he's been living with us his been trying to hook up with me. When he finishes deliberating my body, His caramel eyes wander up to my mint green eyes.

"Have you ever heard of personal space?" I take a step back, leaving a distance between him and I.

"You know you can't resist this," he points to his body and comes closer to me.

"Over my dead body," I snickered at him.

"Move out of my way. I need to get ready for school," I pleaded. I move to the right but he blocks me.

An evil smirk came upon his face and he was slowly walking forward, causing me to move backwards until I hit the wall. He cages me, leaving me to do nothing but grip on my towel. My back was against the wall and as his lips started reaching to my neck, I gripped onto my towel tighter. I'm pretty sure by now my hand was turning purple because of how much pressure I squeezed my towel to make sure it would stay up. I had a look of fear in my eyes. I wanted to kick his balls and run but I couldn't, I just stood there in fear. I don't know what this kid is capable of.

"It's just you and me, baby," he whispered in my ear, inching closer to my neck.

"James get away from her!" James cocks his head to his dad and immediately steps away from me.

Thank fucking God for Josh appearing, because if he didn't. It would've been the end of Tyler Castle. Okay okay, yes, I'm being over dramatic, but if Josh never came, let's just say for now, I'm a virgin. Nothing more.

James walks out of my bathroom with his father scowling at him slapping the back of his head.

I flinch once I heard my door slam harder then I slammed it before.

Just like before, James has tried to rape me many times before. One day my mom caught James roughly kissing my neck and called Josh to the rescue. Josh and James have a horrible relationship now. Just like my mom doesn't pay attention to me, Josh doesn't give James attention.

I step out of my bathroom and lock my bedroom door. I walk over to my dresser and slid my clothes on as fast as I could. I look over at my mirror and it seems like someone barfed on my brunette hair and I slept with it like this. I grab my hair brush and pulled my brush pulling out the knots. I hate doing that everyday. I eventually tame my hair and leave it the natural way I was born with. Wavy. I am not one of those girls who puts a shit load of make up on their face but for two reasons: You waste money to look pretty and it is for insecure bitches. I brush my teeth and took one last glance in the mirror before I leave my bathroom. I swing my bag over my shoulder. Let's get senior year over with.

My Daily list:

Yell at my alarm clock. Done.

Slam the door on my mom. Done.

Shower. Done.

The rapist comes to rape me but his father comes to the rescue. Done.

Get dress. Done.

Tame my hair. I got lucky.

Eat breakfast. When do I ever eat breakfast?

Go through another year of fucking hell. God please help me.