BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
I woke up to the shrill ringing of my alarm clock. I really have to remember to change it so that it'll wake me up with the radio and not some stupid bell ringing.
God! i just really hate alarm clocks. Oh well, it's not the alarm clocks fault that i have to go to school. I crawled out of my warm bed and stumbled across the
bedroom floor to the bathroom. As i walked towards the bathroom i accidently hit my shoulder on the door frame. Great! Just what i need, to hurt myself
because my dad doesn't do enough! Whatever, i put that aside and grabbed my toothbrush and began brushing my teeth. When i finished brushing my teeth
i went to my closet and looked for something to wear. I finally decided on a all time low t-shirt and black skinny jeans. I guess you could say i was pretty. I
mean i had really dark green eyes that shined just like emeralds. i had shoulder-length pitch black hair that curled at the ends, but other than that it was
extremely straight and my skin was flawless and slighty tanned. My body is what i hated the most. No it's not because i was fat or too skinny as a matter of
fact it was because i had the type of body that girls dream of and i didn't even have to try. I guess you could say i had the perfect hour-glass figure with my c
cup breasts and tiny waist but big hips, but all that didn't matter because i'd give it all up to just have a normal life like everyone else. I sometimes think it's
ironic that the girl with the good looks has a fucked-up life, but i guess life is jst funny like that. Well who would've guessed! When i finished getting ready i
made my downstairs and was not surprised at all to find my mom in a drunken stupor and my dad hitting her. This time i didn't try to help her because i knew
my intervening would only make it worse for the both of us so i just left the kitchen and started towards the door only to be stopped by my dad yelling my
name. T he way his voice sounded made my blood run cold and my heart was trying to jump its way out of my chest. Nonetheless i sighed and made my way
over to him. He was standing by the hallway and was looking at me like he wanted to kill. ' well that's probably what he wants. Me. Dead.' i thought to myself.
" What so you thought that you could just leave ithout telling your FATHER goodbye?" he yelled at me
I didn't answer him because i figured it was a rhetorical question, but i guess i was wrong because i was rewarded with a slap across my face for my silence.
" Answer me when i'm talking to you whore. Your just like your mother you know that? You bitches aren't worth my breath or my time, but someone has to
show you discipline and it sure as hell isn't gonna be your mother to teach you because she never is lucid enough to care."
And with that he slapped me again and this time it really hurt enough that i actually let out a whimper.
"Go ahead and cry i don't give a shit, but next time you better address me before you leave you got it?" he said
" Yes dad." i whimpered
" Ok good now get the fuck out of my house you skank!" he told me with acid dripping in his every word.
I didn't need to be told twice so i hightailed it outta there. I ran out of the house and onto the sidewalk where i slowed to a walk. I took out my ipod and started
