Delay our misery (Andley) **editing**

Chapter four

Chapter four

When I came home, I found my dad standing in the door opening of the living room. "So." he said.

That didn't soudn good. "Are you going to make me food or what?!" he screamed.

Oh, he was in a 'give me food or I'll kill you' mood. I could handle that.

I made him tacos. His favourite food. "Here you are." I said as I handed him the plate with food. "Thanks." he snapped. Wow, I could better do nothing wrong, he was extremely grumpy.

I went upstair and did my homework. After a little while I decided to go back downstairs again. 

 “You little bitch!” my dad screamed. I cringed as he looked at me, anger flashed across his eyes. What did I do wrong this time?

“You fucking put tomato sauce on my tacos!” he screamed. I looked at him confused, he always ate them like that. 

“But…” I tried.

“Nothing but” my dad screamed and tugged my long, black hair hard. He threw me on the floor and started kicking my back and ribs. “You’re worthless!” he yelled. I swallowed back tears; my dad went extremely mad as the saw me crying. He always gets mad when I cry. When I cry he calls me a crybaby and a worthless man.

When my dad’s phone ran he stopped kicking.

“Go. Upstairs. And. Stay. There.”

I nodded and stood up. I walked to the stairs. “Hey Dave.” I heard my dad say through his phone. Thank god it was Dave, now he’d talk for at least an hour.

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Before I even stepped on the first plateau of the stairs, a heavy pain shot through my chest and I curled up and sat down on the stairs. Tears burning behind my eyes now. I let out a soft sob. “Come on Ash, go upstairs, or are you a crybaby and worthless man?” I whispered, asking myself.

I mentally counted from one to three and then stood up. Softly whimpering in pain. I got up the stairs as quick as possible, which wasn’t very quick. I brushed my teeth and put on my pajama. It was half past ten anyways.

When I sat down on my bed, my phone buzzed. I saw Andy’s ID flashing across the screen. I swallowed and answered the call. “Hey” I said. “Hi Ashley” Andy said, “I was wondering, um… can you hang out tomorrow after school maybe?” Andy asked. “Ouch fuck” I mumbled and moved myself on my bed. “Um… sure” I said, my voice almost breaking from the pain I was in. “Are you okay?” Andy asked shocked. “I-I’m fine” I lied. “Are you sure?” he asked. “Yes, I’m fine” I said, biting my lip.

“If there’s something, you can tell me, you know that, right?” Andy asked concerned. “Yes I know, and thanks for that” I tried to sound happy. “Okay…” Andy said, obviously not convinced that I was okay. “Well, when and where shall we meet?” Andy asked.

“Starbucks?” I suggested. “Sure” Andy said and I just heard him smile. Why the hell would he smile? “Um… seven pm?” Andy asked. “Okay” I said, trying to keep sounding happy. “Um… see you then I guess” Andy said. “Yeah” I said.

“You’re not okay, are you?” Andy asked. I bit my lip. I didn’t want to lie to him, but I also didn’t want him to know the truth. “Not really” I admitted. “What’s going on?” Andy asked. “Nothing important, I’m just tired” I said. “I know that lie” Andy said. “Sorry” I replied, brushing my fingertips lightly over the bruises on my ribs. “What’s it?” Andy asked softly. “N-nothing. You have to see it, I can’t tell you” I said.

“Can you show me tomorrow?” Andy asked. I sighed, I was supposed to. “Maybe” I said, “not in Starbucks that for sure” I said. “Okay” Andy said softly. “Well, don’t give up beautiful” he said. “I won’t” I replied, blushing. “Well, I’m going to sleep now. Good night Ashley” Andy said. “Good night Andy” I replied.

I waited a few seconds and then ended the conversation.

I sighed and lay down in my bed. It lay uncomfortable, with the bruises on my ribs. Well, I was glad I only had five hours school tomorrow. That meant at first I could sleep till ten am. Then I had school on eleven pm till four pm. Then I had time to do my homework, cook dinner and then go to Starbucks.

Laying very uncomfortable in my bed I drifted off to sleep.