Best Mistake

Chapter 5

A/N: TW: Abuse

The week flew by pretty fast and mostly uneventful. Your mind was occupied by thoughts about your crush and the little moment you two had on Monday, were you could have sworn she was worried about you after you spaced out for quite a bit. The desire to have some kind of contact with her again grew day by day. She felt like a drug. You needed more of her, that's why you made up more than one excuse over the course of the week to talk to her after class but not once did she flirt with you again nor did your skin touch hers..sadly. 

You made another "friend", if you can even call her that. You were standing outside of your school smoking a cigarette in your 15 minute break, when a girl you knew from a few other classes of yours asked you for a lighter. Her name is Mel. She seems alright. She doesn't talk too much and she isn't nosy..thus perfect. 

You were even starting to warm up to Barry. You didn't ignore him for once in a free period and listened to what he had to say. You even found out new things about Ms. Gadot. She is from Israel, explaining her hot ass accent, where she was in the army for two years, which is holy shit, such a fucking turn on, and explains that perfect body. 

You learned all of this thanks to Barry, who knew it from God knows where. You didn't even want to know. 

It was Sunday night around 8 p.m.,  you were in a great mood thinking about tomorrow and seeing your teacher again. Mel just texted you asking if you wanted to come over to her place to chill.

Sure. Text me your address- S

You text her, walking downstairs to the living room where your parents are watching tv, not knowing that your whole day is going to change for the worse.

"I'll be back in a bit." You tell them as you're putting on your jacket. 

"No." Your father says with a complete unemotional voice, not even looking up from the tv.

"What?" 

"I said no. Go back to your room and do your homework or something." He is still not looking at you. 

You hate this, you hate this so much. It is nothing new. They tent to do this from time to time. Normally both of them don't care about what you do, where you are or who you are with as long as you do the things that they ask of you, like chores. But there are days like today, where they do things like this. 

You don't even really know why. Maybe he wants to get a reaction out of you, maybe he just wants to prove that he still can control your life.. you don't know but you're sick of it. You're sick of never knowing what the next day will bring in your own home. If they will leave you alone or if they are gonna fuck up your whole day.

"WHY? This is stupid, I'm going." The moment the words escaped your mouth you wanted to run. You didn't mean to say them out loud, you know better than to do that. 

"What did you just say?" He stand up from the couch, walking towards you with an angry expression. Your mother only looks up from the tv, looking pissed. 

"I'm sick of this!!" You don't know where you suddenly got all this courage from but you can't seem to shut your mouth.

"I am giving you one chance. Go. To. Your. Room. Or I will break your bones." He is standing in front of you know, slightly looking up because of your height difference. 

You know what this means, you know what will happen next. It takes everything in you not to curl yourself up in a corner in your room, scared he will come after you any minute and wait for the day to be over like you normally would do. 

You don't want to be that little scared girl anymore. 

"Come on, do it!! I'm not scared of you."

He raises his hand but before it can connect with your face you grab it and push him away. Not a smart move. You never fought back, always too scared. You let them beat you and just tried to protect your face because you knew the beating would get even worse if you tried to fight back.