Empathy

New Beginning

WARNING

THIS STORY CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, GRAPHIC SCENES OF VIOLENCE AND SEXUALITY, AND MATURE THEMES. SO PLEASE DO NOT FLAG THIS STORY. 

Also please be advised that chapter 1 & 2 are together since they are short. The chapter will get longer and not to mention better...I hope XD. Hope you enjoy, this very corny story(yes I'm aware of how cringy some parts get), but don't forget to share and vote.:)

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"Well today's the day huh, Ava?" said Francesca.

"Yeah, thanks for helping me out, Fran, it really means a lot."

Today was the day I was finally moving out. I had saved enough money from working various jobs to move out on my own to a decent apartment.

"No problem, anything for you!" exclaimed Fran with her wavy black hair bouncing. Fran had always had this positive energy, I really liked it. She was just so fun to be around.

"So what did your mom say about this?"

A knot built in my throat as I tried to find the words but nothing came out.

"..."

"Ava, did something happen? What did she do?" Her smile disappeared.

"No no no its okay...its just she didn't take the move very well."

"Well what happened, Ava? You know you can tell me anything right?"

I knew I could, Fran had been one of my closes friends since I was little. My mom had been an alcoholic for as long as I can remember. And my dad was in prison most of my life so I pretty much raised myself, well, and Fran's family. I pulled up my left sleeve which revealed a bruised purple/grey mark above my elbow.

"Oh my god..." Fran started towards me. I lifted my right arm to stop her from walking.

"I'm fine I'm okay.  She just thought I was ungrateful for what I had, which is nothing."

"And you've been lifting boxes this entire time?" She covered her mouth.

"It's just a bruise, I'm okay, really."

"What if this happens again?"

"It wont."

"What if she comes here?"

"She doesn't know what 'here' is. I told her if she ever wants to talk, then she can give me a call, and we can talk at the local coffee shop."

"Why do you want her to visit you at work?" She raised an eye brow.

"Public place. I doubt she'll even visit me."

"She doesn't deserve to." Her voice raised which made me smile.

"Don't worry about me." I chuckled. "I'm okay, I moved to get away from my pasted, remember? I'm going to do great." My voice cheery trying to lighten the mood.

"I know you will." She gave me a tight hug.

"Ah, watch the bruise!"