The New Kid is a Player

Chapter 3

Hey y'all sorry I have not posted in a while having a hard time right now.

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 "What are you doing here?" I asked as I walked into the living room. Why the hell is he here?

"What, I'm not welcome in my own home?" My father slurred as he walked toward me. Drunk and probably high. When he neared me I stepped back.

"Don't touch me with those grubby hands of yours!" I yelled.

"You can't tell me what to do! I am your father and you will do as I say!" He spat in my face. Pushing me into the bookshelf. I tried to keep my mouth shut not letting him see me cry. He slapped my face. This was all I could take. I screamed in pain.

"Don't do that the neighbors might hear you," he chuckled. "We both know you don't want that." He was right I didn't want that.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I managed to say in between sobs. I know why he is doing this but I want to hear him say it. I don't know why I want him to say it. . . I just do.

"You killed my wife!" He yelled in my face. "You killed your mother! You destroyed our family!" He said as he kicked my gut. I was coughing up small amounts of blood. He kicked me again. More blood came out of my mouth. "You destroyed my life!" his voice faded as darkness consumes me. . .

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When I wake up he is already gone. Probably to another bar. Why would he come back if all he was going to do was beat me? Well I mean I did kill his wife in a way so I guess I deserve it.

When I stand up I go and check the time on my phone. Shit, it is already 9:00! I have homework and studying to do. I mumbled to myself.

"Shit, I'll have to put makeup on to hide this handprint," I say looking into the mirror in the kitchen. I take a deep breath just to find that it hurts like a bitch to do so. I think I might have broken a rib. I slowly walk to the bathroom and get the bandages out of the cabinet.

As I take off my shirt to wrap the bandage I find a giant black bruise on my left side. As I wrap it I realize how hard it is going to be tomorrow. I'll have to look like nothing's wrong and I can't do that with a broken rib. You may be asking; 'Why don't you just go to the hospital?'. Well. . . while I would love to do that I can't because, when I get in there they will call my legal guardian and that happens to be my father. They would also ask what happened and I am terrible at lying. Both of those don't mix.

After I finished wrapping myself and putting my shirt back on I went and got all of my school stuff out of my bag and began to work on my homework

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I wake up late. . . ugh, I should have gone to bed and not have done all of the studying. I knew this would happen. Well anywho after I get dressed and gather all of my stuff I head out the door. I decide not to eat breakfast like I do almost all the time. When I get to the bus stop I get a text from Jacob:

*Won't be at school today. I'm sick ;)*

*We have a test today?!?!?!*

*Yeah, I know I'm not sick I just don't want to go*

*Omg Jacob. . .*

Well, guess he will be failing. I wish he would come now I will have no one to sit with on the bus. Who will I talk to? When the bus pulls up and the door opens and I step in the bus driver looked at me and started to speak.

"Is anyone else coming?" She asks like I am supposed to know everything.

"I-i don't th-think so," I mutter. Oh yeah, I am very anti-social. She looks at me for a second and nods as an answer. As I slowly walk down the aisle I see only one spot and it has a familiar head of hair but I can't see the face.

After I sit down I get my phone out like usual and start listening to my music. When I put my playlist on shuffle my favorite song comes on and I immediately start to smile. My favorite song is Heaven Got Another Angel (The Nightcore version). It reminds me of my mom.

"What is that on your cheek?" A husky voice says beside me. As I look over I see that it is Sam and his eyes are glued to the fingerprint on my right cheek. I guess I forgot to put makeup on. . .