Ugly

10

"Did it feel good?" Danielle asked while out of breath. I bit into the hem of my shirt and panted. "I'm guessing that's a yes." He gave me that cute charming smile I liked and kissed my forehead.

"I lost my virginity," I laughed a little. He nodded and let me sit up, "I can't believe my first time was in the back of a car with you. " He nodded again before making out with me. "I dont kiss and tell."

"I don't either," he muttered, crawling back into the front after he zipped up his pants, "Let's go to the cafe like I first suggested. " I agreed, lifting my lower half in the air to pull up my pants. When I finished I crawled clumsily into the front. When I sat down I felt extreme pain.

     Danielle looked at me as I made a discomforting look. "It hurts," I mumbled. He raised his brow so I continued to lift my butt and sit down. "Does that supposed to happen?" Danielle gave a little chuckle and kissed me, our kiss lasting up to a few minutes. It was like we were so understanding of each other. It was as if we shared messages through our kiss and could understand each other better. When he pulled away I noticed something. Considering we had sex in our drive way, my dad was right outside with only his underwear on. We both sat in silence as my father told Danielle roll down the window.

     When Danielle finally rolled down the window, he gave me a frown. "What were you two doing?" I went red.

     "We were just experimenting, Mr. L/n," Danielle laughed awkwardly, "y/n here wanted to see if he grew a stick for men. Turns out he doesn't..." My dad looked at me, but my eyes adverted quickly. "

     My dad began to scoff. "Get out of the car, y/n," I slowly got out of the car and walked over to my father, "you aren't going anywhere. Your brother just died and you think fucking a guy would make you forget?"

     "You want me to be sad forever!?" I yelled at him, "and if I like boys, so what! I am my own person. It's not like you didn't use me like that before!" My father grew red and grabbed my wrist, tugging me towards the house. "Get off of me!" Danielle got out of his car to help me, but my Father pulled a gun from his pocket. Danielle back up quickly, trying to figure what was actually going on.

     "In the house," my father told me. I furrowed my brows and shook my head.

     "You never changed," I mumbled, "and you never will!" He finally let go. I looked at Danielle and sighed.

     "I'll call you..." 

     Danielle nodded and walked back to his car. I walked towards the porch and waited. My father eyed Danielle down before putting his gun in his pocket. "Didn't I tell you to get in the fucking house!?" I furrowed my brows at my father and walked inside, my heart pounding from embarrassment and anger. I was flustered, my cheeks red and my hands balled up in a fist.

     My mother was eating quietly in the kitchen. Bruises were all over her.  She's been like that when I returned home. My father must've hurt her. Who else would? As I walked up to her, she kept her eyes down.

     "It's okay," she mumbled. I shook my head and embraced her. When she wrapped her arms around me I understood everything. Why she was so mean. Why she had always harmed us. It was because she had no way to express her abuse in gentle words. Instead anger was the only thing she could express.

     "I'm going upstairs," I mumbled, "beat dad like you used to beat us. " She smiled a little and watch me jog up the stairs. When I made it to my room, my phone was vibrating like crazy. Ivy. I had completely forgot what happened that day. I felt like shit for not acknowledging the fact that he called me and texted me.

     I called him back. He answered quite quickly too. "Hello?"

     "Hi, Ivy," I whispered, "I'm sorry I didn't call back sooner, I-"

     "Its fine," he interrupted me, "how have you been feeling recently?" I didn't answer, causing him to change the topic, "Can I come over?"

     "My dad wouldn't like that," I mumbled, "He's not in the best of moods at the moment... " Soon my father came in, grabbing my arm. "What do you want with me!?"

      "I want you to stop seeing that boy," he growled, throwing me onto the ground, "You're a fucking slut. " I cried out as he stepped on my crotch. "I might as well cut it off. " He stepped down harder, causing me to grip his leg. He finally stopped and grabbed me by my hair. 
"No dinner and breakfast tomorrow. Understand?" I nodded, gasping and he forced my head back. "Understand!?"

     "This is why I left you!" I managed to mumble out under all my fear. My father's face kept that cold look as he let go of me. I sat silently for a little as I looked at my phone. I accidentally hung up on Ivy when my dad barged into the room. I decided not to call him and instead I called Danielle.

     My eyes welded up with tears as I heard Danielle's voice. "Hey, are you okay?"

     "My dad is going to be out late tonight, please come over," I mumbled, only to feel guilty for not telling Ivy, "please... " Danielle went silent for a second before chuckling.

     His voice could be barely heard, "sorry, my paps said something funny. Yeah, I'll be over," he mumbled, "what time?"

     "Now would be amazing, but maybe around 12?" He agreed and stayed on the phone with me for hours, talking about how he felt about my dad and how he would be with me forever. He made me happy. It was like I could talk to Danielle for hours on end. I couldn't understand how they haven't talked before. We had so much in common, and by time it was 10, my father had left the house. But we still spoke.

     Danielle said his goodbyes and left me in silence. I squeezed my pillow at the thought of Danielle being with me for the second time. I was extremely happy, and all my sorrow went away.