My step dad crushed his cigarette bud into my arm, it didn't sting the slightest bit but however It did leave a mark. Like how everything in this house did, either external or internal a mark was always left. My stepfather called me crap, junk,whore, slut and many others. But none of these fased me. What more made me think was how my mom, the one who should care for me, loved this fool. I hated him,by all means I wish he could die in a pot hole but not everything is how I please it to be. My stepfather now brought out a gun he held it to my head and whispered
"It's time"
I didn't flinch or anything just hit his wrist knocking the gun down, I grabbed it. It was in my hand ready to shoot when my mom burst through the door,
"Don't do it, I love him I can't live without him"
I almost pulled the trigger my hand was ready to fire, but instead I held the gun and walked out the door dropping it as I went not knowing where just going.
I got to my favorite restaurant Nandos, I hadn't been there for 5 years, since my dad died.
I opened the door to a smell of all the different foods filled my nose. I walked into a small table by myself. I didn't have money so I didn't know what to do. I put my hands into my wrinkled sweatshirt to find a crinkled 5 dollar bill. I got a bowl of nachos and a water, it felt good to have real food not little scraps from my parents dinner.
As I was about to walk out 5 boys walked in, I noticed one of them vaguely. One of them was staring at me. He had golden hair and the best smile in the world, why was he staring at me was there something wrong with me? He came over to me,
"Hi I just noticed you and was wondering if you wanted to come over to sit with us"
"Umm okay"
I pushed my strawberry blonde curls away from my face and slowly wandered over.
"Sage!?!?"
"Harry!?!?!?"
"So you two know each other"
"He's my,my brother"
