Vanessa is an under the influence teen with a strict father. However, that doesn't stop her from doing what she wants when she wants, but when she meets Justin, the mature one out of her group of friends, she begins to see that her world doesn't rev...
School seemed to be flying by. With the New Year here, it didn't seem like anything too great was bound to happen. Everything was rather stable to begin with, but I didn't expect much for this year. I should've, but I didn't. I'd analyze it after the actual school year it's self was over.
Locking the front door behind me I sighed and kicked off my shoes. I organized them neatly and dropped my keys on the little table situated by the door. Luckily, I didn't have homework today. I was rather thankful. I simply wanted to snuggle up with a fluffy blanket and drift off into a slumber, where I knew nothing of realistic problems.
"Good afternoon, baby doll. How was-" My father started. I hadn't noted where he came from or where he was as I turned to stalk down the hall.
"What's this?" I dad questioned as I attempted to head for the small little room no one visited in my home that extended off the foyer. I hadn't noticed him, although he was only inches away from me. Practically, there was no space in between us. He snatched my hand and I simply gapped at him. For one, that wasn't the kindest gesture, nor was this going to end well.
"Promise me." My father read aloud as he analyzed my palm. Luckily he didn't notice the writing along my neck. Although my locks weren't as long as the used to be, they were still somewhat long. Gapping at him I stared at his expression. What was I to do? There was nothing I could say as I noted the shaky breath he inhaled and the burden expression written on his face.
"Wash it off." My father demanded. Little did he know, I tried. I scrubbed the life out of my palm and my neck the morning that redness was visible. I hesitated not to tuck a strand of my hair back, a habit that I could never break, even if I tried. I simply nodded at him, my marbled eyes burning through him with false innocence.
"It was the boy wasn't it?" My father questioned in agony. The boy. Justin still hadn't told me the complete story of what words were exchanged and although, I felt like he should have, he didn't have too. I didn't bother answering my father as I continued to walk down the hall that extended off of the foyer. I had nothing to say and although, it wasn't smart I had been caught. I couldn't think of another lie on the spot. I expected him to stop me or call out a number, but he didn't. Instead, I heard his shoes create friction with the floor boards.
I wouldn't have been surprised if multiple layers of my skin decided to slip off of my bones. In fact, I would moan in awe and claim "it's about time". I tried everything, from make up wipes, to soap and water. Nothing seemed to be doing the trick. Sighing I finally decided to try one last thing, one more time. Vaseline. It had done miracles before, so I was sure it could perform one once again.
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"Aw, you have a little flip going on." I cooed as I imagined ruffling his luxurious hair. It had grown out a little bit and he was styling it completely different. I loved it. It definitely complimented his eyes along with his defined facial features.
"You do?" He questioned, nonchalantly with a sly toothy grin. I giggled before rolling my eyes at him as he flipped his locks furthermore. I positioned myself casually on my bed as I held my phone up.
"You know I do." He flipped his hair again and simply smiled at me. The smile was so unfamiliar to me. It made my heart warmer than usual and I couldn't help but stare at him in awe. He noticed I was admiring him and looked down.
"I gotta go, beautiful. I love you." He announced, his mother's voice low in the background.
"I love you too." I cooed causing him to chuckle lowly.
"See you tomorrow, yeah?"
"Yeah." I blushed. With that he winked at me and smiled before ended the call.
A/N: This story will be done by next Friday. I will do everything I have to do in order to make sure that the deadline is reached.
