The Rejects.

Chapter 17 - Why must you hurt me this way?

Chapter 17 -  Why must you hurt me this way?

"WHY IS IT SO BRIGHT?" Alex groaned out from Nikki's bed, after she crashed into her room last night she slept off and woke up with a massive hangover. 

Nikki rolled her eyes at Alex grumbling, "It's the sun, dumbass." 

"TURN IT OFF." Alex argued, her face covered with her hands. 

Nikki smacked her forehead at Alex and lightly hit her leg after she got dressed for school. 

Alex tossed around on the bed, groaning. Nikki pulled out a few of her clothes and put it on the bed for Alex, "Hey, get up. We need to go to school." 

"Ugh, school." Alex grunted sitting up on the bed, "I've got a major hangover." 

"What a great way to start a school year." Nikki joked and laughed but stopped when she noticed Alex was giving her death glares through her tired eyes. 

"Okay, okay." Nikki put her hands up in surrender, "Get dressed." Nikki said while pulling her off the bed and pushing her to the bathroom where she can get ready. 

After a few minutes, Alex walked out of Nikki's washroom dressed but her eyes still red. Nikki winced looking at her face and gave her a pair of sunglasses with a hopeful look. Alex rolled her eyes and snatched it from her. 

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Taylor sighed, taking off the 50th shirt he didn't like. First day of Senior year in his new school and he can't even find a shirt he liked. 'Unbelievable.' he thought. 

He groaned, picking up the last shirt that said 'BOY TOY.' Deciding it was best not to look in the mirror and contemplate the white shirt on his back, he picked up the bag and walked out of his room. 

He heard his father snore loudly from the room. He was never up by 8 am. His father's usual routine consisted of, waking up at noon, working at the factory, come back home drunk, sleep and repeat. 

Taylor walked to the kitchen and saw his mom facing the window above the sink, sobbing as she washed the dishes. He noticed the bruise on her shoulder blade through the loose sweater. His father fit in abusing his mom in his daily routine sometimes. 

"Mom..?" He croaked out. His mother -Deb Winston- turned around and tried to cover her tears, "Oh, good morning darling. What do you want for breakfast?" She said in a shaky voice. 

Taylor looked at her sympathetically, "Dad did it again? He promised he wouldn't." He fumed at his mother's sorrow. 

"It's nothing, Tay. I was a little clumsy. 'S all." Deb lied, trying to calm him down. 

"Momma, can I have my juice box for lunch today?" Mackenna, Taylor's younger sister cried out entering the room. 

Deb nodded her head to the precious little girl in front of her and walked to the fridge to find the juice box. 

"DEBORAH?" The man upstairs yelled, Taylor tried containing his fury as his mother gupled. "Have a good day at school, kids." She said with fake cheer. 

Deb gave one last look to her son before she scurried off to tend to her pig of a husband's needs. 

Taylor let out a frustrated sigh before he met with his little sister's eyes that reminded him so much of his mother's. 

"Come, Mack. We'll be late." Taylor said, finding comfort when he wrapped his hand around her little one and guiding her out of the house. 

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