WARNING: BAD LANGUAGE WILL BE USED IN THIS STORY. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE USAGE OF THE F-BOMB OR DEROGATORY NAMES, THEN THIS IS NOT THE STORY FOR YOU.
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Chapter 1~
As I climb out of the shower, I look at the most recent cut that I've added to my ankle. Blood still slowly trickles from the open wound, but it feels better to bleed.. It feels better to let out my pain and frustration. I grab the razor blade from the bottom of the tub and turn it over in my fingers, a tear rolling down my cheek. I've promised myself time and time again that I'd stop. That the damage I just did to my body would be the last. But this time I mean it.. This time I throw my razor away for good.
I walk over to the trash bin, leaving a few bloody left footprints on the tiled floor and toss it in reluctantly.
This is my new start. From now on I'll try to become a better me.
And it all begins with my freshman year of college.
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"KATHERINE."
I jolt upright in my bed at the sound of my name being called from downstairs.
"KATHERINE! DON'T MAKE ME CALL YOU AGAIN YOUNG LADY." My mom shouts from the bottom of the stairs.
Groaning, I roll out of bed and head down the stairs to see why she's screaming at not even eight o'clock in the morning. When I enter the kitchen my mom, stepfather, and stepbrother are sitting at the kitchen table.
"Yeah?"
Without even looking up from the Sunday paper my stepfather says the last thing I'd expect to hear on today of all days. "Get your fucking stuff and get the fuck out of my house."
What?
He then looks up at me, "You heard me, college girl. Get the hell out of my damn house."
"Charl-" I begin to protest but he cuts me off.
"I SAID GET OUT." Charlie shouts, standing up and getting in my face. The scent of last nights case of beer still clear on his breath. I know by now not to mess with him when he's like this.
Charlie used to be a member of the Army. Apparently what he saw in battle was too much and he suffers from PTSD. A way to cope for him is to drink and, trust me. It doesn't help in the slightest. When he's like this, I'm his punching bag. Both mentally and physically.
I take a step back and glance over at my mom and stepbrother, Mark, who could clearly care less what happens to me. To them, I'm nothing.
"Fine. I'll grab my things and go." I say, turning and climbing up the stairs to my room.
Thank God that I packed my truck for my travels to school last night. I want to get out of here as soon as physically possible.
I quickly change into my skinny jeans and my new Captain America crop top and head to the bathroom to apply a layer of makeup. After I tame my wavy, long hair, I grab my wallet, phone, and the rest of my necessities and head out of the room just to realize I forgot two thing that I simply can't leave here without.
On top of my bedside table is a picture of me, my father, and my little brother Joseph and beside that is the clover necklace that my dad bought me for my eleventh birthday. I grab the necklace and tie it around my neck and grab the photo.
Just as I reached the last step, shattering glass was heard coming from the kitchen and a quiet sob followed. I ran to the kitchen, afraid of what I might find. My mom was on the floor with Charlie leaning over her. Mark hiding in the corner like the little pussy he is. She was bleeding from her forearm and there was a broken beer bottle littering the floor not even three inches away.
Still to this day I remember clearly the first time Charlie actually hit my mom. He broke her nose in one punch. I was only fifteen when it happened and I was so scared. I just sat on the floor with my mom, trying to help stop the bleeding.
The thing is though, I'm not afraid of him anymore.
"Get away from her." I say. Pulling the drunkard back.
"I told you to get the fuck out of my house, you useless slut." He counters back, slurring some of the words together.
"And I was leaving up until you laid your filthy hands on my mother. Back off." My mother gasped at my comment, clearly terrified of the repercussions from the back talk I just gave him as his face noticeably hardened.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. Keep your hands off my mom." I said.
My mom speaks up before he has the chance to retort as she stands from the floor. "Katherine, stay out of it. I had that coming. You were told to leave."
"You've got be fucking kidding me! You've been letting him walk all over you sinc-"
"Katherine! Go! Now!"
I turn around stalking away right when I hear my stepdad mumble something about my father underneath his breath.
I don't care what he said. Nobody talks shit on my father.
Everything goes red and I'm back across the room before I know it and Charlie is on the floor holding his nose.
"You little whore!" He shouts, muffled from his hands over his face. "I think you broke my nose!"
I turn on my heel and leave with just one last word exchanged between us.
"Payback."
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In So Deep~ (Harry Styles)
Fiksi Penggemar"I don't know how this all happened.. Or how it even ended up this way. At first, it seemed harmless.. As if it would all fade within time.. Never have I ever been so wrong in my life. Never have I ever been in so deep."
