*Tyler's pov*
I yawned as I sat up in my bed to hear my mother and father yelling at each other. "Fuck, not again," I say, I start crying, its normal, I cry everyday. Shit! What is that noise? Its my dad, he's walking upstairs.. Drunk. Already?
The day just started. I look at my phone, its 6:17 am.
"Where the fuck is he!" My dad yells as he kicks my door down. "Dad get away!" I yell. "No!" he hollers back. I put my head in my hands knowing what is coming next, he hit me, over and over and over again, when I turn unconscious he walks out.
I wake up roughly an hour later, my nose is bloody. I reach to the floor and pick up my phone, I turn it on quickly and I see its 7:21, shoot, I need to get ready for school, I put on my black skinny jeans, my My Chemical Romance shirt.
I walk downstairs to find my dad passed out on the couch, his booze spilled on the rug.
I get my backpack and put on my black Vans.
I again don't eat breakfast. How long has it been again? I try to remember last time I ate. "9 days" I say, out loud.
My mom walks in "What do you mean Tyler?" She said worried. I reply quickly and say "Nothing" and I run out the door to my car, proceeding to turn it on and drive to the first day of school.
