Diaries of a Badass (A Princeton Mindless Behavior Love Story) [FINISHED]

Chapter 3

                                                                     Janelle's POV

"Well...you know what!? You don't need any explanation okay! Just because your my science partner doesn't mean you can just volunteer to be my counselor! I am tired of people saying they need to help me. I can help myself! As a matter of fact I can help myself by leaving! You can figure out the idea on your own 'cuz  I am done for today!" I yelled as I went out the door.

All I could think about was just runnng straight home. When I get there I could talk to Carmel about everything. Carmel understands me and does me the favor of just listening and not saying anything at all. Soon I was on my street, slowing down and simply fast walking to my house. Quietly, I opened the door, my step dad was on the couch watching the game with beer cans surrounding him. I hate when he drank. Where he drinks, he gets a rage that takes over his whole body without even caring. I tried my best  to tip toes to the staircase without him hearing me. unfortunately I was cursed with bad luck.

"JANELLE GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!" He yelled.

I dropped my backpack, letting it hit the floor. Slowly, I went towards him.

"WHY WERE YOU LATE COMING HOME!" He asked.

"Because I went over my science partners house. We had a project that we had to for and we had to discuss some ideas." I told him.

"BULLSHIT!" He got up and grabbed me by my neck.

He threw me to the wall and pushed up against me. "YOU KNOW WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN RIGHT!" He slurred.

I didn't answer him.

"RIGHT JANELLE! IF YOU DON'T ANSWER ME RIGHT NOW YOUR GONNA GET IT EVEN WORSE!"

Weakly I responded. "Y-yes!"

He slapped me across my face. Tears were threatening to spill over, but I tried my best to hold them back. Charlie, my step dad ripped my shirt off. Then he made his way to unbuckle my pants so I was in nothing but my undergarments.

"P-please d-don't d-do th-this" I murmured. "I'm sorry!" I told him over and over again.

Suddenly he punched me in my face. Immediately putting me into an instant blackout.

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I ended up on the floor, unable to move my legs. Blood was on the floor, I don't  know why but it was there. 

'Probably from me' I thought.

I tried my best to drag myself to the bathroom by using my arms without feeling any pain down below. If you didn't know, my step dad is abusive and he molests me for punishment...or whenever he feels like it.  I can't do anything about, besides cry. Gently I sat myself up against the wall and buried my face and cried my hardest. I  cries until no more tears could form. Nobody here understands me and I am here to fend for myself.

I stayed like that for about a half and hour until I felt my legs again. Slowly, I held on to the sink to stand myself up. The makeup pouch was there, ready for use in the morning. I looked in the mirror and looked at my black eye and fresh new red scars that ran across my cheek to the bridge of my nose.

Staring at my reflection was scary. It was as if it was asking me why are you doing this to yourself and why are you letting all these things happen to you. At that point I couldn't take it anymore. I had to look away, I had to go into the other room and do my homework to take all my thoughts away.

                                                               Princeton's POV

I'm not gonna lie, what she said to me did sting. Unfortunately, she doesn't know how wrong she was.What's funny is that she doesn't listen to me whatsoever. The fact that I told hr I used to be like that and I've overcame that obviously didn't go through her brain. Luckily, I'm a persistent person and I'm not gonna give up on her. The REAL Janelle is in there somewhere. I am willing to do anything in my power to help my crush. I've never stopped liking her and I will never ever give up on her. She needs me and she will soon realize that.

                                                                  Janelle's POV

Dear Diary,

Today was horrible! The worst day of my life so far! Diary i thought you were gonna be there for me. I though you were gonna help me heal my pain. But yet again, you weren't there. You're only here to let all this shit happen and see me cry and then see me come crying to you. It's like a song on repeat. Diary, you have yet to answer any of my questions. And thanks to you, my science partner Jacob Perez saw right through me. He asked me basically all the questions that I've been asking questioning myself. I couldn't even answer him properly. Instead I fucking yelled at him, and now I feel terrible about it. Yeah, yeah I know I'm not supposed to give a fuck, but honestly, there is something different about Jacob. The way he looks at me is way different than when other people look at me. He looks at me like...like he cares or something. Other people say they care, but his seem more...I don't know, genuine. I don't but when I see him, I don't just him. I mostly stare at him, admiring him. What is this Diary, I need answers and FAST! Should I still keep up my motto, fuck love, or just let love come to me?

Like I said HONEST comments are needed. Please share with others. Peace and Mindless Love! Jazzii ♥