By My Side (A Tyler Joseph Fanfic)

Outcasts

I woke up to the sound of my hungover dad snoring loudly. As I was used to this, I rolled my eyes and rolled out of my bed. Well, futon, to be honest.

It's always been like this, for as long as I could remember. My dad would wake up, yell at me to get him some asprins, blast his little Mexican music all around the apartment, which would cause complaints from residents throughout the building, then he would start drinking for the rest of the afternoon, then it would begin.

The pain, the torture, the bruises and scratches. He would never stop to think about how I felt. Not once.

"Shit." I was still sore from last night. My dad raped me last night. Hard. So hard that I couldn't even walk straight.

If only my mom were here.

My mom. She was the only one who kept me going. I don't know how I survived without her. I remembered how she would always sing me lullabies to calm me down when my dad had first started drinking. I would fall right asleep on her chest, my tears drying on her shirt, which she had used to dry her tears as well.

I smiled at the memory.

I went went to the bathroom and started up a hot shower. The drops of water sprayed quickly onto the tub floor as I stripped down to my bare body and got in the shower. I didn't really care about how hot it was. I didn't really care about anything at this point.

I quickly got out and dried off. I could still feel the water trickling down from my hair onto my back, though.

I put on your clothes, which consisted of an old Green Day shirt, some shorts, and my beatup converse. I put my hair up in a quick bun and quickly decided to put on some light makeup.

In the middle of putting on some mascara u heard him, "Taylor!" There it was, the horrid voice I had always dreaded.

I was so surprised at the sudden call that I said the first thing that popped into my mind, "What?" I had forgotten who I was talking to for a moment, but I regretted it as soon as I said it.

"Who do you think you're talking too, bitch?" I didn't reply, seeing as to how I had already screwed my morning up anyway.

"Taylor! Come here now!"

I quickly and irritably walked out of the bathroom to where my dad was.

"Yes?" I asked clearly annoyed.

"Come here." He gestured me over,with his finger.

"I'm already here."

"Closer."

I sighed and, hesitantly walked over to him, bending down to his level.

He quickly slapped my face. "If you ever, and I mean ever, disrespect me like that again, I'll do way more than just slap you, you ungrateful bitch. You got that?"

"Yes." I didn't want to obey his rules, but I didn't really have another place to live. A girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.

I quickly stood from my crouching position. I had never wanted to get out of his room that bad. I loathed him.

I finished my makeup and got out of the apartment as soon as possible. I liked to get everything done in the day, so that in the nighttime he's not breathing down my neck, drunk, asking where I'm going every 5 minutes. It's not like I'm leaving anytime soon. Like I said, I don't have anywhere to go.

I decided to go for a walk and visit my best friend, Cameron, who lived just down the block. Cameron and I have been best friends since we were nine, and now we're sventeen. His dad also abuses him, almost worst. I felt the breeze from the August air blow on my pale skin. I shivered. I should've worn a jacket.