would you love me even with my dark side{ roadtrip and harvey fanfiction}

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Outfit on the top.

Today I was finally meeting up with my bestest friend everrr. Eva. I haven't seen her in about a week. But I really couldn't be seen in public. I had a black eye you see and I really don't want people to suspect that something's going on. My dad hits me. He hits me a lot and most of the times I can hide it with my clothes but covering it up with clothes on your face is kind of hard. I tried covering it up with makeup but that turned out to be a total disaster as well so that kind of sucks balls.
While walking to the cafe where I'm meeting Eva I'm listening to my favourite song. At least my favourite song at the moment. The judged by Famous Last Words. After a 15 minute walk I finally arrive at the cafe and see that Eva is late as per usual. I go ahead and order us our drinks and after 10 minutes she finally arrives. (Me, Eva)
'Heey boo how great that you showed up'
'I'm so sorry I couldn't find my wallet and after I finally found it I realised my card wasn't in there and I wasn't gonna let you pay again. So I'm sorry...'
' Omg you are the worst if you just keep your things where they belong you wouldn't lose them all the time and you can actually spend some time relaxing instead of searching for your stuff'
' yeah I mean I could do that. But what's the fun in doing that?'
' yeah because losing you shit all the fucking time is so much fun'
'My point exactly'

We continued talking and drining our drinks and lost complete track of time. It suddenly was 6 in the evening and I was late. My dad was going to kill me for sure. I wasn't on time to make him dinner or to eat dinner at all. He want's to eat at 5.30 on the dot. Which means I was half an hour to late and if I had to walk home and  cook dinner it would become 7.30 which would moat likely end up with me covered in bruises , again.

'Uhm Eva can you spot me a 20 I'm sorta broke and I have to buy dinner or my dad's going to kick my butt.'
'Yeah sure. Are you sure you wanna go home you know you can always crash at mine. My folks wouldn't mind they live you.'
'No I'll be fine. If I don't go today and I come home tomorrow things will only get worse I promise I'll be fine. Thanks anyway you're the best.
'Okey... If you say so but if anything happens call okey. Promise me you'll call so I can get you straight out of there.'
'I promise'
'Okey here's the money. See you tomorrow.'
'See yah.'

I bought some mac and cheese for me and my dad and walked back home. Oh how I knew what was coming for me. And yet I had to go because if I wouldn't i would only make things worse.

When I arrived home my dad was waiting for me at the door. His eyes looked glassy from all of the alcohol he consumed that day and I could see he was mad. I was thinking about excuses while walking home but the look of pure anger and hatred told me enough. No excuse would get me out of the massive beating I was about to receive. I walked inside past my dad and heard the door slam shut followed by heavy footsteps coming towards me.
I set the food down on the table and heard the footsteps stop. I felt a presence behind me and I just knew I was fucked.

This bit contains violence

I turned around to face my dad. I closed my eyes and felt the first punch coming. He hit me right in the gut.  And then again and again and again until I felt completely numb. He just kept on hitting. I felt bruises starting to form and I felt my skin ripping open. And yet he kept on hitting. It was like he was a machine on automatic control. No stop button no shutting the machine off. I started to feel light headed and the room around me started to spin. Yet he kept on hitting. I felt my eyes shutting and I lost consciousness.

The end of the violence

I woke up with the sun shining on my face. I tried to sit up but my stomach hurted way to much. I was able to sit up after 10 minutes of trying to do so. I pulled up my shirt and saw how horrible it looked. While looking at my stomach I came to the conclusion that I needed to leave. Leave this house leave my dad leave this life leave this town. Just leave everything. Everything except Eva. I planned on dropping by her house and ask her to come along. I couldn't do this without her.

I went upstairs to find complete emptiness. 
Which meant my dad was probably getting wasted at some bar which would make it so much easier to just disappear. I packed up all my things and changed into this.

I left a note for my dad. Maybe he would read it sometime when he would be sober and realise all the awful things he has done to me. It said.

Dear dad

I'm so sorry that it has come to this but I had to go. Ever since mom died you've changed. And it hasn't been for the better. While you were getting drunk I was mourning mom on my own. And I shouldn't have been doing that. You should have been there for me. You should have been with me so we could mourn together. But you weren't there. You were in a bar. Or in our living room getting drunk of your ass. And when you decided you had enough to drink you would abuse me. You would hit and kick me and call me awful names until I blacked out and couldn't sit up or stand anymore. I tried to stay. To keep taking care of you. But I just can't anymore. It's just to much. This doesn't mean I don't still love you. It just means that I'm trying to live. To live my life the way I want to and to not live in fear. Dear dad I really hope you understand. And I really hope you will stop drinking and create a better life for yourself. And who knows maybe in a couple of years I'll come back and find you as a completely different person. Until then I wish you luck and a good life. Until we meet again. Take care and I love you forever and always.
Lots of love Crissy.

I must confess I cried. A lot while writing that letter but I know it's for the best.
I picked up my phone and called Eva.
She picked up and all I said was. Let's run away  and start over just us.

So there it is the first official chapter.
1200 words

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