Losing

1 - PART 1: DENIAL

FRANKIE'S POV:

My dad's election just ended for mayor.. of course he won. That's all he seemed to care about for the last few months. In case you're not aware, let me give you some context of what my life is like right now.

So basically, my dad is an asshole. My older brother, Miles, gets on his every last nerve, and my dad takes it out on him. My mom doesn't seem to care or believe us about how mean my dad is. He is not the worst person in the world, but when any of us three kids step out of line, he flips.

I go to Degrassi High School, with Miles and my twin brother, Hunter. Us three have gotten a lot closer than we ever have because of my dad. We all eventually were convinced by Miles that it's best to just keep my dad's abuse a secret. As much as I hate it, I understand that his future would be destroyed if we got into this.

So basically, that's what's happening. Me and Hunter went back too pretending that Dad is our hero, and Miles continues to piss him off in every way imaginable. Miles, being the idiot he can be, got held back a year, so he is now in the same grade as me and Hunter.

Today is the first time I've been left alone in the house with my dad since we found out about him hitting Miles. If I were Miles, I would be terrified, but I'm "Daddy's Little Girl", so I have nothing to worry about.

I am spending most of the day studying, because it is only the first week of my sophomore year, and I am already behind. All the family drama has gotten in the way of school, like it never has before.

I wish I could talk to my friends about it, but they just all assume that because I am rich, my life is perfect, and dismiss all of my problems. I wish they understood that having a rich family doesn't mean having a perfect family... not even a little bit.

I decide to take a break from studying, and fix my hair in the bathroom, before grabbing a snack.

I close the door, and begin my hair, when I hear a knock on the door.

"What is taking so long?" I hear my dad ask.

"Sorry, be out in two seconds" I respond.

I finish quickly, decide that I look good enough for a day in, and let my dad have this bathroom. Not sure why he needs it, though, because we have like a million bathrooms in this house. Maybe he just forgot something.

"Hey Sweetheart, you look pretty today" He compliments me.

"Thanks Dad" I pretend that I'm not just a little bit scared of him.

He walks into the bathroom, but pulls me in with him.

"What are you doing?" I am confused.

"You just look so pretty today.. I wanted to make sure you knew" he says, getting closer to me.

"Thanks" I reply, still confused, but wanting to get out of there, not knowing what is happening. I just don't trust him. Him acting strange could mean anything...

"Wait don't leave..." he begs, as he pulls me closer.

"I really have to go finish my homework" I try and convince him, unsuccessfully.

"You can wait a minute or two.... but I'm glad you put school first. That's just like Daddy's little girl" He is starting to scare me. I can easily smell the strong scent of whiskey in his breath by now.

"Can I please go?" I beg, with fearful eyes. I try and get out of his grasp, but his grip gets tighter, beginning to really hurt. That will definitely leave a bruise. "Please stop, Dad, you're hurting me," I say as I try and hold back tears, and clenching my jaw so my bottom lip will stop shaking.