Chapter 2:

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by bucksgirl1917

by bucksgirl1917

Walking out of Mr. Grier's class from seventh period, I bump into Jack Avery. The absolute hottest boy in school. He has permed hair that has been dip dyed and chocolate brown eyes. "Oh. Umm... s-sorry. I wasn't p-paying attention to where I was going." I stutter. Wonderful job Maddie. Now he probably thinks you're on something. He laughs.

"It's totally fine. Madison, right?" I nod in response. "Are you going to Christina's party tomorrow night?" He asks.

"I think so." I reply. I'm always the last one to hear about parties, so this is a complete shock to me.

"Cool. Well I hope to see you there." Jack said.

"Me too." I reply and start walking towards Zach's white Ford F-250 Super Duty. As I walk across the parking lot, I can't help but think about my run in with Jack. Why was he so nice to me? I'm just a nobody. Before I know it, I'm at Zach's truck.

"Hey." I greet.

"Hey. You ready to get your stuff?" Zach asks.

"Yeah, I guess." I sigh. We drive off to my place and we have soon arrived. I unlock the front door and I walk up the stairs and into my disorganized and cluttered room. Right as I start putting my stuff in a back pack, my door burst open and in walks my father.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?!" He asks me. I try not to act scared, but I am already failing.

"Zach's house..." I reply.

"What a slut." He scoffs. "Going, or should I say hoeing, around with your little boyfriend. I'm surprised he hasn't cheated on you yet, because you are an ugly, fat little bitch." He tells me while circling me, like a lion does to its prey. I feel my eyes cloud up, but I take a deep breath and stand up to him.

"Zach is not my boyfriend and I am not a bitch, hoe, or a slut." *slap*

"DON'T TALK BACK TO ME!" The searing pain in my right cheek was sure to leave a mark. I look down to the floor, deciding to give up on my attempt of convincing him and myself that I won't take this anymore.

"Yes sir." I say quietly.

"That's what I thought." He sneers, as he walks out of my bedroom. I let the tears slip down my cheeks, stinging where I got hit.

"Just three more months, then you can leave." I whisper to myself as I finish packing. I wouldn't say I am a girly girl, I don't do my nails and I'm not obsessed with my hair, so for an outfit I chose black leggings, a grey Cabela's hoodie, and my checkered high-top Vans. I put my other necessities (like makeup; hairbrush; toothbrush; Etc.) in as well. When I walk out of the bathroom, I look in the mirror and I was right. There was a bruise starting to form on my cheek and right in the middle of it, there was a cut about two inches long. This is going to be fun to explain! I open my window and climb down the side of my house and walk towards the truck.

"Hel-what happened!?" Zach asks me right as I open the door.

"I stood up for myself and my dad slapped me." I inform him.

"Oh. Well, my family is home, so don't be surprised if when we walk in the door, you have two eight-year old's attached to your hip." He chuckles, trying to lighten the mood.

"I love Ryan and Reese though! They're so adorable!" I exclaim laughing as well.

"Yeah! ThEy ArE sO tOtAlly AdOrAblE!" Zach mocks. I playfully slap him in the chest right as he drove off.