who would love a girl who has scars? (Mike Fuentes Love Story)

"Ally!" my father shouted. He was an abusive drunk. I snuck into my room hopping he wouldn't find me. I stuck my head phones in and he came up pounding on the door excessively. I just blared my music hopping he'll just go away. I curled up under my covers and cried. I soon drifted off to a sleep.

-a few hours later-

I woke up, and I wasn't bloody or sore. that meaning he didn't get in and beat me to an almost dead pulp. I sighed and climbed out of bed. I grabbed my phone and looked at the time. it was barely even 3, it was a long day for a Saturday. I sighed and slipped into some skinny jeans, and a T-shirt. I slipped into my converse and grabbed my house key. I carefully opened the door and looked around afraid he'll pop out and hit me. he wasn't anywhere to be seen so I tip toed to the bottom of the stairs. only to find him passed out on the couch.

I sighed and walked outside, I put my headphones In and started off down the street. I blasted Suicide Silence. I walked down to my favorite cafe and went in. I stood in line behind a really tall guy with black shoulder length hair. he was quiet lanky looking and I shrugged it off. I took out my headphones and noticed that it was almost time for me to order. there's was some populars sitting at a table and talking. the leader of the pack of disgusting pigs, Vince was staring at me intently.

I internally laughed at my little comparison. he whispered something to a guy sitting next to him and nodded towards me. I looked down and felt their stares burning into my soul. it made me uncomfortable so I shifted to one foot to the other. they started throwing things at me, and I sighed. the guy in front moved up a little. I moved up some and then they started in. " hey look it's the stupid emo phsyco!" they all laughed at me.

I bit back tears, the guy in front of me shook his head. he must think I'm pathetic too, and he doesn't even know me. he ordered his stuff and stood off to the side waiting. I walked up and ordered. I went and stood off to the side still hearing them talk smack. his order was up so he went up and paid. they continued to laugh at me and call me names. that's when I couldn't handle it anymore. my name was called but I took off crying out the door I went. I just ran, farther away from the café. I went and sat at the park on the park bench and cried.

- The tall guys' P.O.V.-

I was standing in line to order my coffee and gave the woman my name for when it was my turn. I over heard a group of teens none older than about 17-18 years of age. they were talking smack about some girl and throwing things at her. which I'm guessing was the girl behind me. I stood off to the side waiting for my coffee to be done. she ordered hers, and stood off to the side. the teens were making fun of her still, I was so lost in my thoughts that when I snapped back into reality they were calling my name.

I went up and paid for my drink. the next name was called. "Ally!" no one came up then I looked over at the girl who was getting bullied. I'm guessing that was her. tears were welling in her eyes and she took off running outside. I sighed and looked over the teens and rolled my eyes. ignorance is what they were.

" 'scuse me. uh I'll take that cup there." the woman turned and grabbed it handing it to me. I paid for it and walked outside after her. I looked around and found her nowhere around. it's freezing outside so I zipped up my sweater and headed in the direction of the park. my breath was visible after drinking some of my hot coffee. I entered the entrance of the park,and looked for her around there. she was still nowhere to be found. I sighed and sat down on a bench.

I heard silent sobs behind me and seen girl sitting on the bench behind me. I figured that might be her so I tapped her shoulder lightly. she jumped and turned. "scuse me miss?" I replied softly. she looked up at me wiping her tears away. "yes?" she said. "are you...are you Ally?" I asked. she nodded and burst into tears again. she looked down and I sat there my mouth open, trying to figure out what I'm suppose to say.