the broken hearted girl

Chapter two - why does everything with you lead to an argument?

"Alysha get your fucking lazy ass out of bed now. this is why you shouldnt stay up so bloody late. i tell you time and time again. just fucking listen for once." dad shouted.

He used fucking twice, it seems like someone was already pissed off?

Thats verbal abuse, to add to the list of how abusive that man is, he certainly doesnt treat me like his own flesh and blood, he's a shit father!

I cant stand it here with him, more to the point i cant stand him.

I got ready, i straightened my hair, and done my makeup.

Then i opened my wardrobe to find no school clothes, he never washes anything for me.

"Dad have you washed my skirt?'' i shouted,

"Wash them your fucking self what'd you think i am?'' he growled.

Well i guess ill have to wear my short,slutty skirt which he banned.

I picked my white shirt out of my wardrobe and popped the buttons up.

I walked downstairs into the living room,

"I thought i banned that skirt?" dad roared.

Thats the first thing he said, not : hello Alysha good morning i hope you slept well, but try not to over sleep again! so how are you?

"Look dad i have nothing else to wear."

He went over to the cabinet draws and pulled a pair of black nylon trousers out.

"Do you really expect me to wear them?"

"Yeah. its your fault for not putting your washing on you silly cow." he roared.

"Dad. these are age 11-12 im 17. their my old geeky year seven trousers. you cant expect me to wear them. their baggy for starters and they probably wont even reach my thighs."

"I dont fucking care! your not wearing leggins neither? your a fat bitch anyway so you dont need to worry about baggy clothes. " he roared.

Fat? uh has he seen the size of my wrists? there's nothing to eat for me to be fat, stupid cunt.

"Im not wearing those trousers. their shit." i hissed.

"Who are you trying to impress? if you have a boyfriend Alysha i swear-" he warned me.

"- i dont have a fucking boyfriend and Im not wearing those trampy trousers." i told him.

He hit me around the face,

More foundation to put on.

"Put them fucking on now!" he hissed,

I ran upstairs to change, i had a quick look at my phone as it was on charge..

Jacob: Hey babe im outside :) xxx

Me: give me a couple of minutes x

Jacob: yeah okay just dont be too long xxxxxxxxxxx

Aw he's so cute, i put those shit trousers on top of my tights then i packed my skirt into my bag.

I got my makeup bag, and took out my rimel london foundation, to cover up the fresh bruise on my cheek.

Then i slipped my vans on and headed to the front door,

"See you look much better in those trousers." dad told me.

I know i look awful in them, so its obviously his 'sense of humour' which nobody actually finds amusing.

"Wheres my kiss?" he asked me,