Jack's pov
I stepped off the bus keeping my head down and hands in my pockets. The air coloring my breath and making my mouth steam of smoke from the cold air. My headphones mutes the ringing loud annoying sounds of people responding to their relatives or friends through the phone in the white, blue trimmed bus. The sound of the rain droping and crashing into the roof of the bus is just all I wanted to hear. I pay the bus driver and a thought comes to my head, I wish I had never dated her... A notification pops up on my phone. I pulled the phone out of my pockets to look through the other side of the world after getting off the bus and onto the side walk where a bus stop sign sits.
Crystal
I already miss you babe, meet me tomorrow after lunch.When I first saw the name of whom sent the message I had a wave of fear and confusion run down my face and body. It was like a flame inside me had been setting off and on rapidly. It's overwhelming how people believe how much she "likes" me. Miss me? The only thing she misses is having her anger dissappear by putting the weight of her anger and problems on her own boyfriend but I can't do anything about it since every other friend I know from class are friends with her and breaking up with her can make me in a more worse situation than now. I hate every single bit she does and tries doing. She lies to her friends so that we can be called cute, she makes me force a smile but in reality I am just scared of her and am just avoiding anymore of her shouting and stupid lectures. She makes me go to her in locations she pins out so that she can talk to me about her problems but then hit me afterwards even though I am trying to help. For her it's like I am the problem but for me, she is the problem that adds to my issues with my parents. She doesn't know about them much but she knows that they are averagely rich and could probably pay my college like as if it was a console for poor families. It feels like hell. My bones are weak. I can't stand anymore of her or my parents. Parents.. I would feel as if I was lying if I said they were my parents. The worst thing they did to me was breaking a chair on me, luckily the chair was old and was made out of wood. If it was made out of anything else I would've been yelled at because I would not have been able to get up because my arms and legs would have been numb and stinging, my eye would probably be scratched up and become septic probably. I am living in hell at this point. No one can help me in this situation. If I tried, none of my counselors or online friends and therapists would do anything about it, or at least do something about it quick enough so that my parents wouldn't know they are possibly going to go to prison or somewhere away from me. No one can help... I have no one... Walking back to my house, I gain an urge of wanting to escape and run away like as if my feet are just pushing themselves to any direction, but sadly I can't run because if I was anymore late than now, I would have more than just a slap on the face. Probably a glass bottle or something, but at this point It doesn't matter to me anymore. I just want it to all end.
Turning the nob after walking up the porch of the house which was lit up by a few christmas lights, I already hear footsteps coming towards the door. From past events I already expected what is going to happen. I turn the knob all the way and open the door walking in afterwards.
slap...
I stay looking at one direction as the pain on my left cheek stings me. Everything becomes muffled and the next thing I knew, it was disturbed by the yelling of my mother and the loud sound coming from the door, closing. "Where have you been?! It is 8:27pm and now you come back?!"
Another sting emits from my cheek. Lots of thoughts come to my head thinking if I should just run already. Just leave. Nothing here is worth staying for. I am worthless. "You are worthless! I hope you grow some fucking sense for once you dumbass!"
It's a coincidence, she said worthless at the same time I said it in my head . Tilting down my head slowly facing the floor the sound of footsteps fading away relieves me. It's been a very rough day but it has always been like that ever since we moved from Ireland to Cincinnati. I can't take a break, I can't call anywhere my home. I rush upstairs after gently putting down my shoes on the floor before walking to my room. My dad was out today, probably cheating with mom again. How can she be so blind...
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My thoughts once get disturbed again after an hour as a sound of shattering comes out of the hallway. I sprinted to where the noise came from and saw Mom Infront of the shattered pieces of plate. I walk up to her. "M-mom?" The only words that I could make out made her hostile again and made her snap out of a thought she had in her head. She grabs my hair and throws my head to the ground next to where the shattered pieces sit. My attempt of getting back up wasn't what my mom wanted it seems because she yelled at me to pick up the pieces when I moved a muscle.
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Laying on the ground again and my sides burning I get up with all the energy that is little of me. I received some cuts by the shattered plate but went through with the task. I gave out a sigh and went to the trash to throw all the pieces away. With no luck of finding bandages, I drenched my cuts in warm water and patted it with paper towel. I repeated it over and over again till it stopped bleeding. It has already been thirty minutes since I started cleaning my moms mess up. I looked out of the bathroom window which was facing the sink and saw my mom walking to her car to drive to work. I was extremely happy because she had to go in a trip after work which would take a week or three.
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Seeing that I still had about a couple hours till my own curfew which was about 1am or 3, I got on a coat and boots that were different from the ones I wore before and walked to a park nearby. The walk there was shouting christmas. It was calming because it was starting to snow after the rain settled down. The snow which was melting as it hit the peddles made me a bit anxious. It wasn't satisfying seeing that happen but I just tried not paying much attention to it.
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Once reaching the park it had been empty. No one was there other than me and two groups of kids about my age hanging around enjoying each others company. My breath was cold and appeared as smoke after a couple minutes, my nose becoming pink as so does my cheeks. I sighed once more and shrugged my shoulders as I sit on a swing that was close to the center of the big park. It had no rain on the seats surprisingly so that means some other kids must've sat before me.
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Enjoying my loneliness, it was accompanied by some other man with red hair and a perfect body. He seemed fit and wonderful but just shook the thought about him away since I just thought he was going to pass by. He seemed hesitant on where to go from the looks of it. Catching my stare he gave a forced smile. The shock on my face made my cheeks heat up so I looked down. I could hear a muffled giggle from afar. Soon I heard footsteps walking close. I gripped onto my stomach feeling a happy that there is someone that thinks that I am approachable but somehow sad.
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Author's Note:
Welcome everybody to this new series! I have no idea how to make do of this but thank you for reading. Excuse my terrible writing and details on the scenery, this is my second time trying this book writing thing out. I hope you enjoyed tho! I will be editing the chapters to fix my grammar and terrible descriptions so don't mind the weird changes here and there heheh.
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I will be posting a chapter once every two weeks or lower. Like every two days or one week or something like that but above two weeks would be the limit for me to have a break kinda. I'm so forceful on myself •~•
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