Meeting the world

Chapter 1

Maya pov.

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I woke up to the sound of glass shattering. I heard my mother screaming at my father, then some doors slamming. Yup, just a typical morning in the Hart house.

Sometimes I wished that I wasn't Maya Hart. Sometimes I'm not proud of who I am, or who I would become.

But today, I had to push all of those feelings down, and smile. It was my first day of school.

I got dressed and ran downstairs. My father was there sitting on our old beaten up sofa. There were beer bottles scattered across the floor. He held one in his hand while watching TV.

"Maya is that you?" He shouted. I groaned, wishing he hadn't noticed me. He usually never does.

"Yup. Gotta go. Bye." I said heading for the door.

"Wait. I need ya to do something for me." He slurred his words, he clearly drank to many beers.

"Um...okay sure. I'll do it when I get back." I replied.

"NO! YA BETTER DO IT NOW!" He shouted angrily.

"Dad-"

"SHUT UP!"

"I-

"YOU STUPID PATHETIC CHILD!"

I didn't know why he was yelling, but it wasn't the first time he did this. And I wasn't hurt by the insult, it's actually the nicest thing he said to me in a while.

I ran towards the door determined to get the hell out before my dad decided he wanted to hit me for not listening.

As I opened the door, my father's beer bottle came hurtling towards me. It crashed against the door, missing my face by a few inches.

"Looks like you're gonna need a new bottle." I said as I ran out the door.