The Bad girl's good boy.

Chapter 1:

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Erikas pov.

I ran downstairs as I heard the noise of a beer bottle break on the wall, I saw my father drunk again yelling at my mother who was on the floor covering her ears looking down at her knees.

" DAD! DAD! stop it!!" I grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled him away from her as I standed in front of her protecting her.

" what the fuck is wrong with you huh? Get the fuck out of the way!" My dad yelled trying to push me aside but I pushed him back not backing away from my mother.

" don't you see you are hurting her?! What thd fuck is wrong with you?" I helped my mother get up from the floor which was covered in glass everywhere.

" whatever she is useless just like you!" He told me as he went back to his couch grabbing another beer in the way. " I told you Emily you should have gotten an abortion when we had the time."

" you really think that way of me?! Of your own daughter?! You know what go fuck yourself and die on the way!"

" don't you dare talk to me that way I'm still your father, okay?" He said as he pushed me against the wall with his hands on my neck. I kicked him  duck and pushed away from me.

" dont you dare put a finger on me or her, okay? And you are not my father you are just a piece of shit." I grabbed my mom and headed upstairs to ny room, I sat her on my bed and grabbed a first aid kit from by bathroom. When I looked at her she had some cuts in her arms by the broken bottle, and I had to clean those cuts so they don't get worst.

By the way my name is Erika Lamberty. And as you can see I have a really crappy life, a drunk frustrated abusive father, a severe depressed mother and me with all the weight of them two. But there is nothing I can do, I grabbed the alcohol from the first aid kit and some napkins to clean the cuts. I poured the alcohol on my mothers skin as she winced at the pain. I hate seeing her like this she is suffering so much but she won't let me call the cops or anything all she says is ' its my fault he is this way' over and over again.

" I'm sorry mom. I will make this quick okay?"

She nodded as a response and quickly i cleaned the wounds and put a band aid over the big ones. Then I sat beside her and just looked at her space into nothing.

" mom, did you take your pills today?" I asked since she has some pills for the depression and anxiety. She shook her head so I went to the kitchen for the pills and a glass of water. When I had them I went back to my room to find her in the same state, looking at her like this just made me want to cry for her to come back to herself to her old self.

" here you go," as I handed the pills and the glass of water to her. " are you feeling better?" She lowered her head and started to cry.

" its my fault erika, its all my fault. He didn't want a baby, he wanted to live life. But I didnt listen, because I wanted the baby I wanted you..."

" mom its not your fault he is a selfish son of bitch."

" its my fault..." She said crying harder and harder I hugged her as the tears started running down my face. I whipped them away and looked at my mom.

" mom I gotta go to school, but you will be fine there is food in kitchen for you not for dad. I will be back as soon as I get off okay? " she nodded and I kissed her head grabbed my stuff and left. I grabbed the keys to my motorcycle and left.

I attended to new York's public high school, where the brats ruled and the popular guys were the only ones listened. Great. I parcked  my motorcycle and went inside the school I heard a couple of whistles behind me but fuck them I dont have time for little pricks. I went to my locker as Lucas Meyer approached to my side leaning against the locker next to mine.

" what a sexy thing I have in front of my eyes don't I?" He said as he putted his hand on my waist getting behind me. And I was not in the mood to be hitted on not even by the hottest and most popular guy in school. I grabbed his hand and twisted it behind his back and then pushed him away from me.

" today is not the day to fuck with me so why don't you find your way up to your own definition of paradise and leave me the fuck alone" I slammed my locker shut and walked away. I felt the stares, glares, whispers and I couldn't take it. When I heard one of the cheerleaders say.

" I hear she is lesbian, and that she leaves in a orfanatge and is on drugs..." I went up to her and yelled at her.

" oh yeah what else have you heard?! Tell me more please because I die of curiosity to know!"

" you don't have to be that rude you bitch"

" look you fucking dumb brat. Next time you hear something make sure its true, okay darling?"

" why dont you calm down and leave my girls alone? After all you just clarified you are not lesbian, are you?" The queen B has spoke, perfect, last but not least Caroline Summers.