Pineapple On Pizza

Chapter 1

Veronica

My life is a living hell.

See. my mother left me with my crazy alcoholic father when I was about thirteen years old.

My parents had always gotten along before my cunt of a father started his disgusting drinking habit. Once he started he never went back to being the same caring and loving father he was before. Of course he said he would stop on a couple of odd occasions but that conviction for a resolution only ever seemed to last him a few hours. So we just gave up on him.

Slowly but surely he started his abusive behavior. He would always go after my mom because she would always protect me. But that soon came to an end when my mother did something that I would always remember, she became as evil and cruel as he was and left me with him.

She had always fought tirelessly to keep me out of harms way until one day she finally got tired and gave up. By my freshman year of high school she was gone and I was left to deal with the monster by myself. It turns out I was not important to either of them.

I don't think anybody understands the struggle that overcomes a person's mind when they know that they can never come back to a safe home. That is precisely why I make it everyday's mission to not come home unless it is absolutely necessary. Sometimes I go home to sleep but that is only when I'm absolutely positive that he is not going to be there. 

When I do see him though I make sure not to take his shit like my mother did. I am brave, and unlike my mother I will never stop fighting. Unfortunately, I am too young to move out and there is no way my father will be generous enough to sign that nice emancipation because he's just that kind of dumbass.

Fortunately for me he has not taken out his anger physically upon me like he did with my mother but I can see the glint of hatred in his eyes every time they land on me and I try to stay as far as possible.

So there you have it, my sob story. there is a point to as why I'm telling you this so just bear with me. My life is an utter disaster so I make it my mission to enjoy it to the absolute fullest. I am also what you call a 'lone wolf,' I have no friends. However that is hardly an issue because my definition of enjoying life to the fullest involves a lot of late nights and underage drinking. Yes you heard it folks, I'm not an innocent daisy.

So even though my life was absolute shit I was still having the time of my life.

Oh but there always has to be something that brings one down even when they have a sliver of happiness and that downfall for me came in the form of a certain boy.

The day started out normal but it transitioned into what became probably the worse night of my life. 

Let me take you back to that terrible dreadful awful and disgusting night. I should probably start the story from when I woke up. I remember waking up with a stranger next to me surrounded yet again by an unfamiliar room. It was early in the morning and it was the last day of school. I debated on whether or not to show up but ultimately decided there was nothing better to do so I climbed out of the bed and gingerly unwrapped the stranger's arms from my naked torso. After grabbing my scattered clothes from around the room I quickly changed as I went down the stairs. I exited the house swiftly and quietly and made my way to school.

I arrived to school two periods late, didn't get in trouble because it was the last day. On my last period I received my summer homework and as I skimmed the words of the packet I overheard the clique next to me talking about a party which ultimately I ended up attending. So lets get to the party, that's where the story really gets caliente. 

I arrived at the party and right away I started drinking. I was hoping to pass out drunk in one of the rooms in the insanely populated house because god I didn't want to go home. However, the party was busted by the police because some uptight cunt neighbor couldn't take the noise. I quickly ran out of there and by the time I was out on the street I was shit-face wasted and swaying on the sidewalk singing some Romeo Santos and trying to find somewhere to sleep.

I remember somehow ending up in front of a lavish looking house and thinking, 'oh hey this looks like a comfy place to sleep in.' I crookedly walked to the front door of the house and to my utter disappointment it would not open. I could not understand why but I get now that it was because I didn't have a key. My vision was blurry and since I could not open the door I walked around the house to find some way in and that's when I was met by a very inviting window. It was slightly open so I decided to open it and shimmy my way in. It was a long struggle because for the longest time I was dangling from the window with my torso in the house and my legs hanging on the outside.

Finally I was able to push myself in and landed with a thud on the cold wooded floor. I slowly stood up and swayed as I walked around the house. My eyes landed on some stairs and I decided to walk up, only to fall at the third step. So I tried again and this time, with a lot of mental strain and holding on to the railing I was able to finally get to the top of the stairs. I saw a bit of light coming from a room and decided to walk towards that room. When I got to the room I was welcomed with the sight of a very comfortable looking bed. I didn't really care for what was on the bed so my feet just kept moving towards it. As I stood in front of the bed I was hit with that god forsaken feeling in the gut. The feeling that told me that it was all gonna come out, I felt the nausea and yep it was coming. It happened, I let it all out, I puked all over the bed I was supposed to fall comfortably asleep in.

That's when I heard it, the door right across the bed was opened, someone had been taking a shower. When the door opened I saw the boy, not the boy, the giant, with a towel right around his waist. I was admiring his absolutely gorgeous body and then my eyes landed upon his face. next to my father, this was the angriest I had seen anyone get.

He screamed, "WHAT THE HELL, WHAT DID YOU DO!!"

I remember he aggressively stomped towards me and out of fear I fell to the ground and covered my head, it was an instinctual reaction. I saw a glint of concern in his eyes when he looked at me but that quickly disappeared when he looked back towards his bed, where I had puked my guts out.

The last thing i heard was, " OH GOD YOU RUINED MY COMIC BOOK!" Before I was met with darkness.

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gurl it took so long to write this chapter just because every time my sister and i would try to develop new ideas we would just start watching YouTube videos and talking about nonsense XD. like we talked about crazy dreams, Tanacon, anime, boys, girls. gurl everything.

i know this chapter has a lot of "i' in it but im not an experienced writer and this is just a random fun book.

we hope you enjoyed anyway. the whole her puking on his comic book is how they met gurl izz aboutta get spicyyy. ill exit now.

- December

sorry it took sooooooooooo long to write the first chapter. broooooooo we were watching youtube and talking about some random shizzzz. anime is life bro ;)

- July

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