Hold on for Me.

A/N: hey guys first story.  

first chapter

The pain is killing me. Why does he do this? Dad? Is that what I'm suppose to call him? Whatever... A dad is loving and caring not a killer. I hated him. Did he hate me? I felt blood trickle down my face. This was a dad. He pulled me to my feet again. "what's the matter little shit?" his cold eyes met mine. He punched me in the gut. Hard.  

"Wake up!" I heard a male's voice scream. "Gena it's just a dream wake up!" 

I opened my eyes to see Cole shaking me. I jumped up almost knocking him down. why was he in my room? Cole was my fathers best friends son. They couldn't keep him in the house with him drunkin father. Dad took him in. Mom wanted him out.  

The dark hair boy just stared at me. "What do you want?" I asked. "You was screaming in your sleep again. Was it Another nightmare about your father?" 

I hated how he knew what my father did to me at 13. I was adoptive child. I held my head down. " Yes." Thats all it took before he held me in a hug. "Let go of me!" I said as I pushed him back. I still didn't get why he gave me hugs and stuff. I wasn't comfortable with hugs.  

Cole's Brownish blond hair hung in his face. Cole was a wrestlers. He wore his black skinny jeans with his 'Eff You See Kay You' shirt. I liked that shirt,and it did fit me. "Okay, I forgot the hug thing sorry." 

I went to my mirror. Did my hair look like this all night? My long brownish blond hair hung at my waist. I took my comb and teased it. I didn't like it so I brushed it all out. I threw on my tight skinny jeans and a black V-Neck. I put my two silver lip rings in my snake bites. I pulled no my no show black socks and my black toms. I walked out of my room to the kitchen. Cole was in there eating Apple Jacks. Gross. I got a glass of water and pretended to drink it. and dumped in in the sink. "I'm not your parents, I know you didn't drink any of that." Cole spoke up. "Shut your fucking mouth up." I swore at him. "Whatever." he replied.  

"Just fucking drop it." I shouted at him. 

"Why should i?" he stood in my face.  

" Grow up. Your so immatur."I yelled. 

I didn't have to worry about mom or dad because they was at work. 

"Me? Grow up? I'm 17. I act 17. You at 13 when your 16!" he yelled back. I backed down when he said 13. I just stared at him.

A/N: I hope y'all liked the first chapter. I stayed up writing it.