Better Than You «L.H» •5SOS•

Why?

MariePOV

"Get the fuck up out of your bed and make me some fucking food you dumbass"

I get up, but slowly. I wanted to piss him off today. I don't know why, but my brain said to and my body agreed. My mouth spoke the deeds.

"How about you make your own food you fucking faggot. Someday I'm gonna move out. And you will be sitting there on your lazy ass drowning in your beer." I seethed.

He got up from the couch, and made his way over to me. His fist connected to my jaw. Then to my stomach 4 times. He picked up my 97 pound body and tossed me over his scummy shoulder.

His forces my body down on the cold tile if the kitchen and threw a frying at my head. I sucked in air threw my clenched teeth to deal with the pain.

Usually what he does is much worse so I'm not much affected yet, he seems to be sober at the moment.

I'm only 5'6. He towers over me though somehow but he's only 5'9. He's not much taller but he has a build of muscles and tattoos on his arms so it makes him seem intimidating to me.

I picked up the pan and set it down on the stove, mumbling shit about how he should do this himself.

I went to the fridge and got the eggs off of the top shelf. I cracked them on the counter and let the contents ooze out into the pan.

I started to cook them as well as get the toaster out and make some toast. Not even paying attention to small bump forming at the roots of hair.

Once the eggs are done I grab a plate and set them on there. The toast pops out of the damn thing giving me a fucking heart attack.

I get the butter and a little bit of cinnamon for it and set it on the plate, to allow my dad to use it to his desire. I walk in to give it to him. I got no thank you from him.

My house is basically like a normal house. There's not 5 floors but it looks like a mansion type from the outside. My dad thrives to get attention from people. But he doesn't want the attention that comes from abusing his daughter in his rich looking house.

I go upstairs and grab my concealer to hide the bruises on my jaw. Then I grab a pair of black skinny jeans, and a nirvana crew neck. They have long sleeves so I enjoy crew necks. they don't have the annoying hood that's either too big or too small. they just don't have them at all.

I go back to my makeup desk and put some white eyeshadow on my eyelid. Then I go over the corner with black to give a smokey look. I load up with mascara, simply because I love long lashes. Then I add my eyeliner to the bottom on my eye and done. I like doing this look because it complements my dark green eyes.

I add some bracelets to my wrist to cover up that part. Even though I have long sleeves doesn't mean that I might not want to push the sleeves up and wear it like that.

I slip on my worn out black normal converse and head downstairs to go to "school". My dad has no idea that I dropped out of high school this year. It may be my last year but I don't care.

My long light brown hair lays there on my shoulders doing it wavy and curly thing that it does.

I decide to just leave it like that not really caring at the moment.

I walk downstairs and get into my black hummer. I twist the key and the engine sounds badfuckingass. One of the many things I love about trucks and stuff.

I drive down the path In the woods to get to my spot and park in the grass.

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So yeah that's the very first chapter of this book.

I hope you enjoy this!

To anybody who read this before I changed it, I realized I was more than a fucktard and said there was no upstairs and then went on to say "so I went upstairs" I apologize go me 😂👏