The Bad Boys Flaws

Chapter One

           

            BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.

Groaning I tried to smack the snooze button on my alarm. Before I can even think my bedroom door slams open.

            "I swear if you do not shut that fucking thing off and get your lazy ass out of bed and out of my house for school I will hit you so hard you won't know what happened!" my lovely mother yelled. When she noticed I wasn't moving she took a threatening step towards me.

            "Casey Marie Williams, I am not playing with you." She paused. "Move your fucking ass." She said in a deadly calm manner. Sighing I slowly get up and groan. I look up to see her growing wicked smirk. Of course she'd get a sick kick out of the physical pain she's caused me.

            As I look at the aged woman in front of me I questioned why god in his right mind would allow this horrible woman to have kids. Giving me one last dirty look she finally walked out of my room. I glance at the clock and my eyes immediately widen. 7:47 a.m.

            Shit.

            Ignoring the pain in my lower abdomen I quickly scurry to my closet. I didn't have much but I grabbed a grey hoodie with black skinny jeans. Hopping around on one foot I managed to squeeze into the jeans. I grabbed my worn out black converse and rush to the bathroom.

            Grabbing my toothbrush, I quickly squeeze toothpaste onto it. I shove it into my mouth as I glance at my appearance in the mirror. One would normally be alarmed if they saw their reflection looking like this, but not me I'm used to it by now. I lift my hoodie slowly to see the bruises running along my stomach from my parents and I's last meeting.

            Dropping my hoodie, I look into the dull sea green eyes that were once full of mischief and joy but now hold sadness and despair. My blonde hair looking bland with my dark black roots showing. Shoot I need to fix that. I open the drawer to the bathroom sink and fish out the foundation to cover up the bruises that are scattered on my face dabbing it on quickly.

            Finishing up my business, I go back to my room and grab my bag before making my way downstairs. I instantly smell bacon and eggs and my stomach growls. I steer away from the kitchen and make my way to the front door as fast as possible. Unfortunately, I'm caught.

            "Casey." My sperm donor says calmly. That's a bad thing. A very bad thing.

            "Didn't I tell you to take the trash out last night?" he asks in a sugary sweet voice. Crap, crap, crap. I totally forgot and passed out doing homework last night.

            "Uhhh yeah sorry I got tired a-" I got cut off by a hard slap. My head whipped to the right instantly.

            "When I ask you to do something you do it right away do you fucking hear me?" he asked. When I don't reply right away he grips my hair roughly bringing his face close to mine. I try not to cringe at his cigarette and whiskey mixed breath.

            "I said...do you hear me?" he says menacingly. I quickly nod my head.

            "Y-yes sir." I said weakly. I try to keep the stutter out of my voice but epically fail. He releases me and I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.

            "Get out of my sight." He growls.

            Don't have to tell me twice. I think to myself. I check the time on my phone, my eyes widen slightly. 8:12 a.m. I wasted so much time on him that I only have 15 minutes to get to school. Quickly running out the door I start off to school.