~Sydney's POV~
I slowly walked downstairs hoping not to wake my dad. He is always drunk and always has a reason to beat me. To my luck he is not in the kitchen. I grabbed an apple and took a bite out of that. All of a sudden, I heard the sound of glass shattering. I walked out to the living room and saw my dad holding a cracked beer bottle.
I could obviously tell he was drunk and that he was going to use the beer bottle. I just stood there while he lunged at me. I had no emotion, I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of me being scared. I fell to the ground as he dragged the sharp edges of the bottle against my skin. Its not like I could scream for help, so I just laid there emotionless.
After he finally decided to leave me alone I was in pain. He didn't cut me, he just scratched me a lot. I got a couple punches to the stomach, but I'll be okay. When I heard his bedroom door close upstairs. I got up and ran outside to my car. the car was the only thing my mother had left me before she died. It was a black Camaro , which I loved a lot. I got in the driver seat, and drove to my new hell of a life.
~Blake's POV~
I finally got a new car after what the preps did to my old one. They thought it would be fun to tag it. It really sucks because it was favorite car. I walked out the door and started walking to school. The only reason I was walking was because I didn't want to risk the tagging my new car.
I walked a bit before noticing something I haven't seen before. The house right next to mine, the one that was sold, had the most beautiful girl stepping out of the house. I've never seen her before, and I wondered if she went to West High. She had weird white lines all down her arms. God! Please tell me she doesn't cut.
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Fallen Angel
Teen FictionSydney hates her new life. She is emo and hates preps. She is also mute. At her new school she gets bullied and hate her dad. She is abused and can't scream for help. Her mother died when she was 7 and left her a black Camaro for when she turned 16...
