The lives of two halves

Chapter 5:

(Gwen's Pov)

As i walked to the jeep, my dad was standing outside of it, my mother in the passenger seat, he is giving me a scolding stare, thats when i look away from him and down to the ground. I get to the car, he opens the door and I hop in. He closes the door and slams my foot, i snatch it as the door gets pushed back open. I feel tears but hold them back, pulling my leg to my chest holding my foot in pain. Sam's calm voice startles me, mostly because i forgot about her for being so quiet.

"Buckle up." She says blankly and very short temperd.

"B-But he slam-"

"I don't give a shit! Buckle up!"

I do as she tells me not wanting to even live with these people anymore. Jack climbs into the jeep and starts the car and we drive off. Thirty minutes later and we arrive at the house. I climb out and limp to the front pourch behind Samantha and Jack. They open the door and I walk in behind them, holding my boog bag over one shoulder and as I go to walk up to my room, someone grabsmy bag and throws me from the third step of the tairs leading to my room to the floor. I lookand it's some random man towering over me.

"Gwen, meet Felix, he is a russian geust, we hired him to set you straight and to keep you out of trouble, If i can't. But i am pretty sure I can if not he'll break you.So just look at him like a big brother you never wanted."  The man picks me up and start pushing me up stairs. He stops at my door opens it and throws me in. I fall and roll on the floor, my body making a thudding noise, then the door slams behind me.

I stand up and limp to my bed, my ankle killing me. I lay down and prop up my pillow. I grab my phone out my jeans pocket and turn it off, putting on the charger and laying it on my nightstand. I stand and walk over to my dresser, grab clothes, change and turn on my piano music. I turn it up the soothing soound of the piano in my ears makes me walk to my bed crawl under my covers and just relax and forget everything thats happened today.

When I wake up I am so tired and its six in the morning, my brain realizes that its saturday morning and I just lay there all day. That night I grab my computer and open it and see hate mail in my e-mail, crap massages and bullying on facebook, the writing site I go to and everywhere else. I feel tears,I dont know why it hurts so much, I guess its just peoples opinions to me. These people bad mouth me, not my bitchy parents not my friends just me.They target the weak and honestly I am far from strong.

rosey_chick: "Ur a skanky hoe, 2marrow U prob wont have peps."

JoshClarksonLuvsU: "You emo bitch, why don't you just end your stupid life, get it over with! Your stories are shit, your poems suck ass and your just plan stupid! GO JUMP OFF A CLIFF! Or off your damnbalcony of life."

Groupies: "Go to hell bitch" ~Katelyn

                 "Go fuck yourself, You can't find a real dick anyway you lesbo freak!" ~Candice

 I slam my computer shut and then just push it away and lay it on my floor and push it under my bed. I then roll over and lay there pull the covers up to my nose and cry myself back to sleep.