"Dad? I'm home! Where are you?" I yelled through the house.
"In here!" He called back. At least he's not drunk right now, I thought with relief.
"Get me a beer Abbi!" But he's about to be, I thought.
"Ok dad." I grabbed him a beer out of the fridge and grabbed me a coke. I took him his beer and went up to my bedroom.
~Two hours later~
"GET DOWN HERE YOU LITTLE BITCH!" My dad yelled through the house. As soon as I got down there he started yelling at me.
"WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE? HUH? GO THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME. LEAVE THIS HOUSE RIGHT NOW YOU LITTLE..." I didn't stay to hear the rest of it. I grabbed my penny board and skated to the park.
You probably thought I was going to a friends house, but, truth is, I don't have any friends. I'm bullied and beat up and everybody tells me to go die and I just ignore them but when I'm alone I cry my eyes out. It all started 5 years ago, when I was ten. My mom died, making it hard for my dad, and he started drinking. At first it wasn't so bad, until on my 12 birthday, he hit me for the first time. Then he told me that I should kill myself. And I tried to. Then when he was sober he found me on the floor. I had overdosed on this medication, but he found me just in time. Then, the whole school knew about it, and started calling me a suicidal freak. My friends didn't want to be around me anymore, and for the past 3 years, my life has been a living hell at school too.
Anyways, as I neared the park, I heard singing. So I sat down and listened and looked for who was singing. Then I saw them. Why Don't We, my favorite band. They saw me and I guess my mascara was running down my face because I was crying. "Dang it," I thought to myself, "I thought I used the waterproof mascara."
"What's wrong?" I heard as I had my head down wiping my eyes and trying to fix my makeup.
"Uhhhhhh nothing." I lied, but the person I was talking to, which turned out to be Zach Herron, didn't believe me.
"C'mon. Something's obviously wrong. Tell me." Said someone else, Corbyn Besson.
"I can't tell you." I said quickly.
"Yes you can!" Daniel Seavey said.
"Ok. Here it goes." I say.
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Why Don't We? Z.H. (Why Don't We fancfict)
FanfictionAbbi Lebow is a (not so) normal girl. Her dad abuses her, her mom died, she's bullied at school, and has no friends to talk to. When Why Don't We becomes a thing, she becomes OBSESSED with their music and owns every album. What happens why she FINAL...
