Okay, the most votes goes to C (Mark's POV). However, for those of you who didn't like that idea, I will do each chapter by how many votes I recieved. For example, A got 12 votes, putting it in second place, therefore, I will do main characters pov next. Thank you for voting! I love you all!
Marks POV ---------------
My heart chastened as I read her last message over and over in my head. What happened, what did I do wrong? Confusion filled my brain, could it be because of Kristen? A sigh let out as I shuffled deeper in the cushions, pegging the urge to question her further.
Kristen wasn't like other girls, she was never... well... special. Her hair was almost always messy and her bruises were apparent and her body was small and mousy. My eyes closed as an image of the miniature female formed in my brain. Why did Karisma even care about such a person.
A call interrupted my thoughts, I slowly reached for my phone, secretly hoping Karisma's number would show at the top. No, of course it wasn't.
I pressed the cold screen to my ear and mustered a sound, "Mom?" a yawn escaped my mouth, "what's up?" I glanced down at my fingers, tapping them softly against my legs and waiting patiently for an answer, her voice whispered quiet and urgent, "It's your father... You have to get out of the house Mark, quick!"
Confusion flooded over me as I silently panicked, "what d-" A crash sounded from downstairs causing my ears to start burning from anxiety. My breaths became shallow as I hung up the phone, slowly heading down the stairs. I looked around the corner only to see my own father, throwing things every which way. Glass shattered and a flinch overtook me.
My father was a rather violent man at times, no one truly knew my struggle because he acted sweet and kind around every single one of my friends, but around me, abuse was abnormally common. His words slurred as he cursed to the wind, he was drunk. My eyes shut tight and I exhaled.
I stepped forward, preparing my punishment. My decision was made, I had to confront my father. My footsteps boomed with every step I took, and then I stopped. I watched him pay no attention to me for a few seconds, praying that it remained that way but, of course I had to speak sooner or later, "Dad." My voice cracked but I stood my ground, he stopped in his place, a flowery vase in his large hands. He turned slowly to face me and a malicious grin played on his face.
His voice boomed, "I haven't seen you in a while, kiddo." His teeth shone as he stepped closer towards me, "I wonder if all that fame has got to your head yet." He muttered, looking down at the vase. My glance traveled down to the wood floor and my eyes shut tight. "Look at me damn it!" He yelled, but my face was frozen, it felt as if every inch of my body was trapped, I couldn't move, "I SAID LOOK AT ME!" He growled at me before raising the glass vase and smashing it upon my head, causing me to fall on to my knees in shock.
My hand hastily moved to my head, a migraine forming. Red liquid stained my hand as I looked up in horror at my father. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me up, punching my stomach and screaming curses in my face, tears rolled down my pain driven face as I felt bruises carefully form along my body.
After a while, he dropped me and left the house, or so I think. Pain coursed through my body as I lay motionless on the wood floor, slowly gaining the courage to stand up and get out of the house. It wasn't safe enough, I had to go somewhere else. I knew just where to go.
I rang the door bell three times before she answered the door, she registered my face and made an angry expression before seeing the stains of blood on my shirt and my forehead. Her voice whimpered, "what happened to you?" With a quick grab of my wrist, she dragged me to a couch and told me to lie down. My head boomed with pain as her words sounded muffled to my ringing ears.
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apology update, sorry about all the drama in my story recently. I feel like I needed a reason for such a kind person to bully such an amazing girl like Kristen. Also try not to forget, I love hearing from you. Remember to like this story and comment? I also love talking with you all, so message me anytime you please! -xoxo
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