Prologue

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"Char get your fat ass out here and make dinner!" My boyfriend Josh screams from the couch. I quickly finish washing my hands and run to the kitchen to prepare dinner. On the way I nearly trip on a pile of empty beer bottles left from the previous night.

"Oh and while you are at it grab me a beer!" I quietly open the fridge and grab the beer and go into the conjoined living room and hand it to Josh. His eyes are glued to the television and he doesn't even acknowledge my presence. I open my mouth to say something to him but I decide against it. Josh wasn't in the mood to communicate, not that he was ever in the mood to just talk with me.

I walk to the kitchen and open the top cabinet trying to locate the spaghetti noodles. I grab the box and set it next to the stove and get out the pot from bottom cabinet. I boil the noodle, drain them and then add the marinara sauce. I set up two plates at the table hoping that Josh would actually join me in the kitchen to eat for once. Then I realize how stupid I sound. What makes me think that Josh would actually turn off the T.V and enjoy my company? I ignore my thoughts and bring Josh's plate to couch and grab a fork and knife for him to eat with.

He takes a bit of the spaghetti, eyes still on T.V. He is slowly chewing and swallowing in a manner that suggests he was trying to determine if he liked it. Then he spoke "Char what the hell is this? I specifically told you earlier I wanted chicken alfrado with noodles not this! You worthless piece of junk! You are no good for anything! GOD DAMMIT!" Then he pushes the plate off the couch and approaches me with a menacing look in his eyes and his fist clenched.

"I-I'm sor-sorry, we didn't have the ingredients for c-chicken alfrado, spaghetti was the only thing I-I could make," I say my voice faltering out of fear.

"F*CK YOU!" He yells punching the wall inches from the right side of my face. "Why can't you do any f*cking thing right? I should kick your fat ass on the street! Your so f*cking lucky I put up with your shit. Just leave me alone while I call Brad and get some real f*cking food."

I ran out of room locking myself in the closet inside the bedroom I shared with Josh. When Josh invited his friends over they always trashed the house and got really drunk. It was best to stay hidden from them to avoid any conflict. I curled up into a ball daydreaming of how my life could be so much different.

A/N

Hello! This is my first fanfic and its about 5SOS! Anyways I hope people read this and if you do please comment and vote. The prologue isn't suggesting what the whole book is going to be like so just wait for the next chapter, it gets better. This is the chapter with the most language also.

-Olivia

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