While I was walking back home from school, I heard Justin and his friends behind me and they were talking about me. I turned around.
                              You: "Y'all kicked me on my stomach this morning and told me my clothes are ugly. What fucking more are you going to say?"
                              They walked closer.
                              Ryan:  "Your hair is ugly."
                              Chaz: "Your shoes are ugly."
                              Justin: "You are ugly. And by the way, where are your friends? Oh wait, you don't have any friends!! Ain't that right? (Ryan high fived him and they smiled back. I got tears in my eyes and they saw it.) Aw are you gonna cry and run home to your mommy and daddy?"
                              Chaz: "Are you gonna ask your mommy to tell you a bed time story?"
                              They laughed and took a few steps closer. I took some steps back but stumbled on a rock and fell on my ass, making them crack up.
                              With that, they walked away.
                              I got up and brushed off the dirt from my ass , and started walking home some where i didn't want to be at .
                              The whole walk there, I kept thinking about what they said and they are right... I don't have any friends... or a mother, but they don't know that i really wish i had some body to talk to .
                              And it's not like I don't want to have friends, of course I do, but nobody wants to be my friend, because I'm the nerd.
                              When I got home, I took a deep breath before opening the door, because right now, my dad's home and probably drunk like always. I quietly walked in and I smell beer.
                              Dad: "KATIE, IS THAT YOU?!"
                              You: "Y-yeah."
                              Dad: "GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!!"
                              I threw my bag on the floor and walked in the living room.
                              You: "H-hey dad."
                              He stood up and came to me. He smelled like beer and cigarette something i should be used to now.
                              I looked down, but he put his fingers under my chin and made me look up. I know what's coming now. He slapped me hard, making my face turn the other way . I held my cheek. He grabbed me by my hair, making me stand up again.
                              You: "Oww Ow it hurts!"
                              Dad: "Really?! Well TOO BAD!! Now, go and make me something to eat. I'm hungry."
                              I nodded.
                              You: "Ok dad. I went to the kitchen and made him a hamburger. I went back to the living room and gave it to him.Here you go. He kept eating it as I stood there waiting for him to say something about it. If it's bad, he hits me, if it's good, he hits me, but not that hard. When he finished, he stood up, grabbing his bottle of beer and came to me. I was very nervous... so nervous that I was shaking, like always.
                              S-so w-what did yo-you thin-k?"
                              Dad: "Stop stuttering bitch!"
                              You: "Sorry. But, what did you think?"
                              He moved his head closer to my ear.
                              Dad: "I. Hated. It. (He whispered and grabbed my arm hard.) Now, hold your arm out! (I did as told and he hit me with his beer bottle. I screamed in pain and fell on the ground again.) Shut the fuck up bitch!! (He shouted in my face and kicked in on my stomach.)"
                              He went to his couch and sat down like none of this ever happened. I got up and ran up to my room.
                              I was crying in pain and my whole arm was covered in blood. I soaked some toilet paper and pressed it to my arm. I closed my eyes tight and bit my lower lip so I would scream loud but I did.
                              The pain was awful.
                              When it stopped bleeding, I wrapped bandages around my arm and went to my bed. I sat down and tears escaped my eyes. I know I should tell someone about all this and about what Justin and his friend do to me too but... who knows what will happen? Will anyone believe me ?  I just... don't wanna make it worse than it already is.
                              Dad: "KATIE!!"
                              What now?! I sighed, wiping my tears, and went downstairs.
                              You: "Where are you?"
                              Dad: "In the kitchen!
                               (I walked to the kitchen and saw him next to the sink with his plate in his hand.) Why didn't you wash my plate??"
                              You: "I'm sor-
                              (Before I could finish, he slapped me.)
                              Dad: "Don't ever forget to do it again!"
                              You: "I won't..."
                              He smiled.
                               Bipolar fucking bitch i thought to myself 
                              Dad: "Good. Now start washing these dishes."
                              I took his plate and washed it clean. I went up to my room again and changed into my pj's.
                              I laid down, sighing at my life, and fell asleep.
                              Next morning, I woke up at the sound of my annoying alarm clock.I turned it off and got up, yawning. I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower. I blow dried my hair, brushed my teeth and put some make-up on. I wore some black jeans, red vans and a red tank top with a black hoodie on top.
                              I grabbed my backpack and went downstairs to the kitchen. I made and ate a sandwich and gabbed my bag again.
                              I walked out the house and to school. When I was taking my books from my locker, someone pushed me from behind.
                              Justin and his friends why i'm i not surprised .!
                              You: "Why did you push me?"
                              Justin: "Give us our homework!"
                              Oh shit!!
                              You: "Umm... I... uhh... forgot..."
                              Chaz: "Oh Katie, please don't tell me you forgot to do them?"
                              You: "Sorry..."
                              Ryan slapped me.
                              *i had fucking enough of people fucking slapping me *
                              Ryan: "It's your fault if I get in trouble!"
                              I nodded.
                              You: "I know. I know..."
                              Justin: "See ya later... nerd!!"
                              They walked away and I took my books for science.
                              My cheek was burning but I didn't care. I'm used to it.
                              I walked to class and sat down on my desk, behind Justin's.
                              Mr. Scott : "Today's lesson will be a bit different. You're gonna work in pairs.  Like that, you'll get to know each other better. 
                              (He named out all the pairs. I was shocked the hear the names of the last pair.)
                               "Katie and Justin." 
                              *fuck my life *
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Katie is Alexis ren 
                              I CHANGED THE PERSON WHO PLAYED KATIE IT USED TO BE GIGI NOW ITS ALEXIS REN 
                              i'm going to change katie's character -edited 5/4/18
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Saved by my bully - justin bieber
Fanfictionpreveiw; Katie Johnson, their victim? Well, simply because I'm the nerd. And they ain't the ones who hit me, my dad hits me too.Sometimes, he hits me with his beer bottle, which he loves more than anything else in the whole world. The love he had f...
 
                                           
                                               
                                                  