Two: Morning

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by 0Jayde0

by 0Jayde0

Rose P.O.V

I open my eyes groggily, for I just woke up. I didn't want to get up nor go to school today. I'm starting mid-year at a new school. Turns out, the school's name is my last name. Westbrook High.

"Roselyn! Get down here for breakfast!" I heard my father yell. "Okay!" I yelled back.

My father is Mickael Westbrook. He may seem like a normal father on the outside, but if you lived with me, he's different. Ever since my mother's disappearance, which was when I was 5 years old, I don't know how but I remember it, I remember when I saw it, how it felt. I honestly don't want to remember it, I want to forget it. Anyways, after that my father started drinking due to his depression after her it... Then he started to get worse, and worse. Soon, he started to blame me for his problems, and he started to hurt me, abuse me, and yell at me. My father no longer had a kind personality, it was buried by drinks and drugs, and unending hatred... His personality was clouded by blind rage, hate, abuse... I don't want to talk about my father anymore..

I got up out of my bed and walked downstairs, I gotta admit that I'm hungry heh.

"M-morning dad." I said with my head down as I sat at the table.

I felt my dad's presence lift his head up at me, and stared. "Look up." I heard him say. I reluctantly lifted my head up and began eating.

...

I opened the front door and went outside, shutting the door behind me. I sighed and began walking on the sidewalk, the school was up the road, so I could just walk there, without having to drive with my dad. I put my hands in my jacket pockets and pulled out my earbuds, I put them both into my ears, plugged them into my phone, pressed play on my music playlist.

And began walking to my school, awaiting new journeys and friends...