This is a story about a teenage girl who lives with her abusive stepfather and birth mother
Bam* Bam* Bam* he hit me three times Ina row. My mother stood in the doorway, watching and crying while she is careful not to interfere. Cause she kno...
James. That f*cker. Thinks I will say yes and betray my friend. Nope hes wrong. Things have gotten out of hand. I must tell Amanda...but later.
I stormed away from him and felt my eyes getting teary. Now why did I want to cry? I don't know.
Maybe because a guy that was a freaking hoe dated my best friend but didn't care about her and I feel bad. Guilty.
When I rounded the corner speed walking, I almost didn't see the person in front of him and stopped abruptly. Not even looking up I mumbled a sorry and kept going.
I felt someone grab my arm. When, I looked up I fund out that it was Dylan.
Dylan grabbed my arm and forced me to look at him. I felt tears threatening to fall out.
"What happened?" He asked looking back the way I came and saw James looking at me. He clenched his jaw and looked back at me. "It was him wasn't it?"
Not answering I shoved his hand away and looked at the ground. "Yeah" I said so quietly I thought he hadn't heard it but apparently he did.
He mumbled something but I barely caught what he said. Only enough to know he wanted to go over there and whoop James' a*s.
"Don't. Its nothing I just realized that he is fake and a b*tch." I told Dylan. I looked up just in time to see him give me a hug.
I hugged him back tightly and rested my cheek against his shoulder.
"You okay though?" I gave him a weak smile and said yeah.
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He replied, "Okay good. Now don't let fake people in your way. They are jealous of you and don't have a life so they decide to pick on you." He wiped my tears away and gave me a smile.
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As I walked up the driveway to my house I noticed Enrique wasn't here. Wonder where he is.
I opened the door to my house and heard faint weeping.
I looked around the living room but didn't find anything. Oh well. Walking up the stairs the weeping turned to crying and it was coming from my moms room.
I opened the door. "Mom?" I saw her sitting on the bed her back facing me.
I walked to her. "Mom, what happened?" She just looked at me and a tear slid down her face.
"Y-Your birth f-father. He.. He was killed." I heard wrong. I know I did. My eyes were starting to tear up.
"Hes dead?" She looked at me and nodded. How is he dead? What happened? Was he murdered?" so many questions ran through my head.
Tears were falling out with a plop to the ground. I started crying but not before asking how.
I barely understood her because my hearing were turning fuzzy.
"He got shot. By a gang." Those were the last words I heard before the darkness took over my mind and landing on the floor with a thump.
