Rejects

#3: No Daddy Please

I sat on my bed and continued with my homework like nothing ever happened my dad hit me on a daily basis so I kinda just got used to it he wasn't always like this.

He used to be happy and loved me and my mom but since Calum died it like he became a lifeless shell of himself he spends his days at work and when he gets off he goes straight to the bar.

I knew all to well when he comes home he hits me and my mom, I ask mom all the time why we don't just leave and her reply is because he'll find us and he will hurt us and himself a lot more than he does already but its whatever I try to stay out of his way as much as possible.

I frantically searched for my history book it wasn't on my shelve or in my backpack or downstairs and I know I didn't leave it at school. I heard a knock at my door "come in" I said quietly scared it was my dad but I knew it wasn't. Dad just busted into my room he never knocked my mom peeked her head in my room "you okay and uh there is someone at the door for you" I was thoroughly confused.

No one was ever at the door for me I nodded and pushed past her and made my way towards the door I looked out the window on the side of the door and saw the boy from earlier with a book?

I opened the door "hi what do you need" I asked covering up the welt with my hair "I, you actually dropped your history book when I ran into you and for that I'm sorry" I smiled "thanks you should probably leave now" my smile disappeared when I heard things breaking in the kitchen.

"Are you okay, what happened to your cheek" I just shook my head " yes I'm fine thank you for asking but you really should get going" he smiled cheekily " hi my name is Calum" the boy said my face was replaced quickly in horror " yeah you really have to go" I said turning him and pushing him the other way "thank you for returning my book" I said as I shut the door.

I slid down the door and curled into a ball and started crying I wiped my tears when I heard my dad. I quickly ran to my room with my history book pressed tightly against my chest I fell into my soft blanket that my brother got me for my 14th birthday it was huge and soft with a huge picture of the nirvana smiley face it was my prized possession.

My mind started to race, how could this guy randomly show up at my house how did he even know where I lived and why the hell is his name the same as my brother. I felt my chest squeeze I was having trouble breathing I started to get really hot I started to shake I felt like I was going to puke and I thought the whole situation was unreal and I knew immediately it was my panic attacks.

I hadn't had one in a few months when I got an F on my finals and that was the first time my dad hit me more than once in a day and god damn did it freak me out I thought he was never gonna stop hitting me and after 30 minutes, I stared to have a panic attack and I tried to tell him but he......... he just hit me harder.

So now just the thought of having a panic attack scares me and I start having a worse panic attack I started to take deep slow breaths trying to get some air. I heard thudding on the floor outside my door my mom came into my room and guided me through it. My mom exited the room after I had calmed down enough "thanks" I said still trying to catch my breath she nodded and left my in room to finish my homework.

I finished math and moved on to history I had an essay due Friday and it was Wednesday it had to be five full pages not including a cover page hmmmmmm it had to be about a person from the civil war I got assigned Allan Pinkerton who the hell is he I have no clue this is going to be hard.

I grabbed my laptop and began my search on the infamous Allen Pinkerton I was working for what felt like 20 minutes I looked up at my clock 11:00 jeez. I pushed my laptop to the side of my bed plugged my phone into the charger and grabbed my really fluffy sleep pants and my iron maiden tank top and headed for the shower I may be a reject but I was NOT a stinky reject there is a huge difference between the two.

I stood in the shower just letting the water droplets roll down my skin I washed my hair and body and got out I reached for my towel on the hook and wrapped it around my body then grabbed another towel from under the sink and wrapped my hair in it. I dried myself and put on my clothes I shook my hair out and brushed it, my hair went to my waist and it was black with royal purple tips and highlights and it was wavy. I put it in a messy bun and walked out of the bathroom to see my dad sitting on my bed great "why aren't you in bed" he said clearly mad "homework" I said simply "oh OK well get to bed" he said.

Wow he didn't yell or hit me whats going on "hey dad can I talk to you later" he smiled actually that's the first time I've seen him smile since Calum died. Whats going on here "sure sweetie" I nodded and crawled under my sheets my dad left closing the door behind him.

I turned on my music and let Iron Maidens 'The Trooper' fill my ears as I slowly fell into a sea of unconsciousness.