Back From Detroit

chpt. 2

I woke up the next day. School went by fast it was shitty. That video was all over instagram. It soon brought me nicknames, and I got bullied even more.

School was always hell but this made it worse and my dad refused to let me change schools. The only friend I had left was Ace. He barely talked to me because of that video.

My life was complete shit.

A few hours after I got home from school on Friday I took an Uber to the skate park. I know it's unlikely for me to skate since I'm a nerd but my older brother who is now dead, used to take me here when I was 8. He was about 17 and he taught me to skate. We bonded so much and it got me out of the house because my mother was an abusive bitch.

I miss my brother so much. I arrived at the skate park it was about 9 pm. I put it airpods bc I'm rich asf, listened to my brothers favorite rapper and skated my heart out. It always helps to know I still have something to remember him by.

A bunch of guys arrived and were skating on the other side of the park when I noticed one was staring straight at me.

I didn't recognize him but he was hot asf. It black hair, pretty tall from what I could see from here, he was in shape, and holy fuck that jawline. He got his other friends attention and nodded towards me when they soon were also watching me skate. One had long dirty blond hair with a black beanie, the other was a average height Mexican kid with a man bun.

All three were pretty attractive tbh. They didn't even seem to be staring at me, they more were staring at my skating techniques. Most likely they weren't interested.

They then continued to skate acknowledging me a few times afterwards. I was there until 10:30. I skated home and found my passed out drunk on the couch. Just the usual I rolled my eyes. I love my dad but when he was drunk I hated him. He easily angered and he has hit me before. I try not to catch him when he is drunk though.

I walk up to my room and quickly head to sleep.

It was the last week of school thankfully.

I put on light in ripped jeans that I matched with a black vest. I left my long hair that is close to reaching my hips down, and put on some converse.

I headed downstairs and my dad was asleep so I just walked to school. That day when I got there, I couldn't find Ace so I assumed he was absent. I spent the whole day getting back quizzes, I got an A on all my assignments. I was thrilled and my dad will be so proud.

I was surprised when I walked into my last class of the day, Math, and saw Ace sitting in the back. I assumed he was late or something. He sat in the back of the class where I sat in the front. I got his attention and smiled at him and he just ignored me and turned away. Maybe he didn't see me I thought.

Class soon finished and in the halls, I walked up to Ace. For some reason, he was with Jacob, and Daemon.

I tried to talk and he ignored me again. I dragged him to the side and and asked him what was up. He said, "Mackenzie (popular bitch) told me what you said about me", I saw the look of awkwardness in his face.

"What do you mean", I asked.

"She told me that you told her that we fucked, which never happened", he said.

"I never said that", I said shocked.

"I would never do or-", he cut me off and said, "I don't wanna hear it, it's over".

He walked away with a disappointed look on his face. I let him walk away from me.

I'm almost completely alone. I have no friends. Nothing.

I was pissed, and sad, and frustrated, I didn't even know what I was feeling. I felt based build up. I ran to the bathroom but nothing happened. I felt tears falling to the ground. I ran out of the school and went home.

I finally got home. I was releived I could finally plop down in my bed and let all of my emotion out and eat my heart out. Little did I know that would just lead to worse events. I changed into pajamas. But my hair up in a messy bun and got food an turned on my laptop and watched Netflix. I went to sleep being woken by a loud noise.

I recognized the noise from my brothers death. A gunshot. I sprinted down stairs to be overwhelmed with the sight of my fathers dead body, lying in the ground motionless, in a pool of blood.