Im walking home from school. Normal things a teenager will do. But it's different. I am dreading it. I'd rather stay at school at days with the cute but mean preps and the foot ball teem who should call themselves the fuckboy squad because they seem to be proud of all there accomplishments.
I was interrupted by my thoughts when I made it to my front door. I just stood there looking at it like it was a masterpiece from Picasso. After what seemed like forever I opened it and walked in, immediately smelling booze. I walked into the living room only to see my dad passed out on the couch... thankfully.
I'm a senior but technically I should be a junior in college right now. My dad decided to wait a few years after my mom died so that I could "process" things. Which I thought was completely idiotic. After I graduated kindergarten my dad started to change. He was always upset and he yelled at me but I let him because I wanted him to be happy. It worked too, he would yell then walk away like it never happened. But sometime around 8th grade, it didn't help as much. He hit me. Just a smack in the face. He seemed apologetic at first but then he walked away relieved. It didn't seem to bother him much. So then that was his new high. Then came the booze. Sometimes it was beer, and sometimes it was a "new potion", as he liked to call it. And it never ended pretty when the two things were combined.
I walked upstairs and started my homework. Then I hear a crash from downstairs. I instantly froze and new that my dad was angry that I didn't wake him up. He stomped up the stairs and into my room. I could smell the booze on him from across the room, he must have just had another one. He seemed okay at first. "Why didn't you wake me up, darlin?" He asked sounding a little hurt and confused. "Sorry", I shifted in my seat,"I had a lot of homework and forgot". Then his face turned from confusion to sadness to pure anger. He stomped over to my desk and got in my face. " WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?!?!?" I was trying to hold my breath. I could probably get intoxicated just by the fumes coming out of him mouth. "I had homework", I so but little squeaked. He hesitated for a second before he grabbed my arm and pulled me down the stairs and threw me on the couch. He climbed on top of me and started tearing off my clothes. I started screaming. He's never done this before. I tried to push him off and thankfully because of his drunk mess, he toppled off the couch easily and groaned when his body made contact with the floor. I ran to the kitchen quickly and grabbed a knife.
I walked back out and he was passed out on the floor. I quickly ran up the steps to my room and grabbed as much as I could before walking out with my bag in hand. My dad was waiting at the bottom of the steps for me. I held out my knife and pointed it at him signaling for him to get back.
He scoffed, " yeah right. Like you would ever hurt me." He then reached out and I shoved the knife into his hand. I let go and he fell to the floor holding his hand.
I quickly ran past him and out the door with all belongings.
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Hey guys!!! So this isn't my first fanfic but I deleted my other one because I haven't updated it in years it REALLY sucked.
Thanks for reading this and I hope you like the next chapter.
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One chance (Jensen Ackles x Reader)
Romance"Who are you?" I asked, obviously confused at to why he was talking to me. "I'm Jensen" he chuckled I just looked at him His smile fell "you really don't know who I am?" I shook my head "nope" I said popping the "p". "Well I have got to change that"...
