I wake up with the sun peering through the window.
I rub my eyes sliding out of my bed and looking in the small mirror on the wall.
I rush my fingers through my puffy brown hair.
Rolling my eyes I walk outside the room and into the cooled hallway.
I walk crossing my arms to the opened living room.
No sign of the crazy abusvie dad, yet.
I walk to the kitchen and grab a bowl and my box of frosted flakes.
I sit the items down and milk.
Soon as I get ready to sit there is a soft knocking on the door.
I throw my head back angry.
Pushing myself from the table I get up and walk to the door.
I open it and I expect to see the police, my dad, my mom, or a random stranger.
But instead I see Ian standing in my door way.
"How did you even find me?" I say looking at him then peaking out the door way to see if anyone else was with him.
"Uh... it wasn't hard really." He says rubbing the back of his head.
"Hold that thought." I say closing the door in his face.
I run back to my dads room and slowly open the door.
He is no where to be found.
I run back to the door and open it.
"Sorry about that." I say catching my breath.
"Strick parents?" he says walking in.
"Parent,"
"Oh, sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry about my mom is back at home, BUT you can be sorry about coming here at eight o'clock in the morning!"
"I was just seeing if you wanted to go get some coffee or something but okay then." He says going towards the door.
"Wait.." I say quietly, "Sure we can go."
I see his face light up.
"Let me go get ready." I say turning around. "Oh and don't look at my booty, Im a good girl." I say then turn and start switching down the hallway.
I turn my head knowing he is looking.
"I said don't" I say giggling then turning into my room.
Once I am changed nd my hair is done all in about twenty mintues I walk back out my room switching.
I laugh looking at his reaction
We hook arms and walk out of the apartment complex and down the street.
The whole time that we are walking i'm laughing at his jokes.
Once we get to the fancy built starbucks I order what I want and he does the same.
We sit next to the window just joking around.
"You know Zendaya your fun to be around."
I can't help but blush.
"You too," I take a sip from my cup.
He leans in over the table.
"I don't see why Serena dislikes you."
"Me either." I say laughing.
"Lets get your home then before your father shoots me."
I laugh and we get up leaving a tip on the table then walking off.
We hook arms once more bumping into each other as we walk back up the street to the apartments.
He stops atmy door then we look at each other.
"I had a great time Zendaya" He says smiling.
"Me too." I say hugging him.
I open the door as he walks away.
I close the door and my dad is standing next to the window as his head turns to me.
"where exactly have you been.." He says mumbling.
"I was with my friends."
"Friend! THAT BOY YOUR FRIEND?"
"Dad.. calm down." I go to walk past him and he grabs my arm.
"WHO WAS HE." he says raising his voice.
I snatch my arm away from him.
"WHO THE HELL WAS HE."
"Some one from my dance camp."
Suddenly I feel his hand come down onto the side of my face.
I fall onto the floor in tears holding the side of my face.
I scramble away from him running to my room and slamming the door.
I lock it and slide down to the ground up against the door in tears.
I sob and cry then try to catch my breath through the sobbing.
I cover my mouth and hold my head while its hurting.
I hear him knocking at the door with force.
"GO AWAY!" I say with my throat hurting.
He some how gets the door open and charges into the room.
He throws me upside the wall and grabs my throat.
"If I ever see you and the boy again i will kill the both of you!" he says yelling with his breath smelling like beer.
I hit him upside the face with my elbow and run out the room pushing my mirror infront of him.
He move sit chasing me.
I turn and he hits me in the face and knocking me to the ground.
I get up looking at him and I feel blood leaking from my nose.
He looks at me and I take a painting off the wall and smash it against his temple.
He pushes me onto the ground stumbling and knocking over things.
"You unworthy bitch" He says stumbling out the door then closing it.
I sit up right in the wreckage of the living room crying and holding my bleeding nose at the same time.
