Worst

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        "You're just a slut. Get the fuck out of my house. You're nothing to me!"  he screams into my face. The smell of alcohol is so potent, I almost throw up. He pushes me down to the ground, making it so I can't get up. Spitting in my face as he laughs at how helpless I look.

       "You're nothing without me. You have no one. I am all you got, so either do what I say or get the fuck out of my house!" This isn't the first time he changed up his words. He would always say get out, but always give me a second chance. But this time, I had enough of it. 

        I kick him in the stomach making him plummet backwards. He hits the table corner and groans. I quickly get up and dash towards the door. I am finally free.

        I run down the street not knowing where to go. While I am running, I some how make it to the park. I stop running to take in my surroundings. When I noticed the families, it hit me finally. He was right, I have no one and nothing. I collapse onto a nearby bench. Watching the kids play and the parents watching them, tears started to well up in my eyes. I have always wanted a family, but he never did. I am glad though because I wouldn't want our kids growing up with the drunken asshole he was. Thinking of everything that had happen, my tears started coming out faster. I try to muffle my sobs. Suddenly, I feel someone tap my shoulder.

        "Excuse me miss, are you okay?" a boy with faded pink hair asked me.

       I sniffle, trying to compose myself. I try to speak, but nothing comes out. My sobs just got louder. He comes closer to wrap his arms around me. I flinch back looking up at him. I noticed that he had a worried facial. Not knowing this boy at all, I am very timid at letting him hug me. Once I allowed him to, all of it came out. All the tears I always forced back, all the sadness and defeat. All it took was a pink haired boy that I barley knew.

      I try to speak once more. My words came out broken, "I have nothing." He started rubbing my back. Once he did that, it's like all of my world came crashing down. That little motion made me a sobbing mess. I thought everything came out when he hugged me, but this. This break down was like nothing I have ever experienced before. I guess everything has caught up to me. 

        He whispers calming sentences in my ear making me feel better, but not fully. I open my eyes and see that he is awkwardly standing next to the bench bent over to hug me. I move out of the hug, making him look at me. I shot him a little smile, as much as I wanted to frown forever. I scoot over motioning him to sit. He smiled at me and said a thanks. 

      "Do you want to talk about why you're sad? Or..." he fades off awkwardly.

      I cough trying once again to compose myself. My voice is still shaky, but I manage to speak. "I don't want to ever," I take in a shaky breath trying not to cry, "see him again."

       "Who is he? Why don't you?" I could tell he was clearly confused at what I was trying to get at.

       All I do it shake my head. I can't tell him. I understand he is trying to help, but I can't.

      "You don't have to tell me, but I want to help you." He sends me a smile so I know he is sincere. 

       He moves fast to his pocket making me jump back. He tells me he's sorry and pulls out his phone. "Here, put your number in my phone. If you need anything, text me."  

      After I put my number in, he says, "Let me send a text just to make sure we can get in touch." 

      My leg vibrates. I pulled it out seeing a text saying "Hey, it's Awsten." 

      I mentally face palm, "I never introduced myself. My name is Morgan." I put my hand out for him to shake.

       He laughs and pulls me into a hug. I wish I could stay with him forever, but I know I have to go back to my boyfriend. I pulled out of the hug stating that I need to go home.

      "I'll walk you home," Awsten offers with a smile. 

      "No, its okay. I need to clear my head anyways. Thank you so much though." I smile at him warmly.

      "It's not a problem. Don't hesitate to shoot me a text if anything goes badly again. I'd rather you come crying to me then crying alone in the park." I giggle a little.

      I get up from the bench waving at him, he smiled and waved back. I slowly walk myself to the house I never wanted to see again.

A/N. I hope you guys liked this. This is the first time in about two years that I have written a fan fiction. Comment if you liked it or things I could improve upon. Thank you :)