"Love is painful, love is harm, love breaks people." Seventeen year old Elizabeth Jade tells herself over and over. Elizabeth has never allowed herself to love, until one day a switch turned on in her heart and she started feeling things she never h...
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- The bright orange glow of the sun rising pervaded the unfurnished room. I sat on the hard wooden floor, resting my head on the wall behind me.
"Elizabeth, I know you're in there." My father said calmly from the other side of the locked door.
"You're seventeen years old! Stop being so childish!" He started to raise his voices when I didn't respond, startling me slightly.
I rose from the uncomfortable floor and wandered to the door. My pale hand fumbled at the lock before opening the door, revealing my father.
He stood at an intimidating six-feet-two and had broad shoulders. His roughly etched face and piercing blue eyes wore an apologetic look.
"I'm sorry, Beth."
Ever since my mother passed away three years ago, I'd been hearing that phrase quite a lot.
"Whatever." I mumbled before sliding past his figure towards my bed room.
I closed the door, locking it behind me. My father promised me he would never do it again. Over and over he promises; and over and over he breaks those promises.
My father, for three years has brought woman after woman home. I can hear what they're doing in the bed he used to share with my mother. It's emotionally damaging.
I sit down on my soft bed that lays against my window and start brushing through my thick, blonde hair. The view from my second storey window shows my neighbourhood. I live on the east side of town, the more frowned upon and socially unacceptable side.
The sun still had a warm glow, indicating it was still early morning. I watched as my neighbourhood began to wake up. More and more cars started driving on the road and more people started walking by the street.
No one I saw really interested me, until Sodapop Curtis appeared. I placed my brush down on my bed and started to unlock my window.
When he looked up at my window his world-famous smile cracked on his delicate, yet reckless face. I return his smile and pulled myself out of my window.
Carefully, I walked along my roof-like I had a thousand times before. I attached myself to the branch of the maple tree that stood beside my house. Smoothly I climbed down, Sodapop clapped me and I gave a curtsy.
"Morning Libby." Sodapop greeted once we stopped laughing.
"Morning Soda." I smiled.
We agreed to go to the Dingo and Jays, our neighbourhood's diner, for breakfast.
"Dad did it again." I sighed a few minutes into the walk.
"Oh, Libby." Sodapop exhaled. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and gave me a comforting smile.
