I Put A Spell On You

Only Me

Jeordie's POV.

"Dad, really, I'm fine."

I patted down the bright red dress I was wearing, making sure there were no creases in it- even though there definitely weren't.

"They beat you pretty bad, son.. Are you sure your okay?"

My dad was always like this- he was extremely protective of me, I was all he had left after my mom died a few years back.

I had started to wear dresses, platform boots, tights/stockings, and girl accessories when I was around 5 years old. I had always been picked on for it, just now it was more violent since I was 17. And the reason my dad was asking if I was okay is because I just got shoved to the ground outside.

"Dad I'm fine.. Seriously." I closed my eyes, clenched my fists, and released a heavy breath I hadn't even realized I had been holding, and re-directed my attention to my father.

I wasn't upset as much as I was depressed, hurt, and angry that nobody liked me, especially over the fact that I dressed in dresses. People could be so critical.

I slouched into the kitchen and pulled the fridge door open.

"Nothin' to eat.." I mumbled. I rummaged through the cabinets as well, and searched the pantry. Nothing.

"Do we have anything good to eat?" I groaned, plopping onto the bar stool in the kitchen.

"I'll go pick something up. Anything specific you were in the mood for?" Dad asked. I shrugged.

I wasn't particularly in the mood for something directly.. I just didn't want my usual; ramen noodles or frozen pizza.

"What about something from Taco Bell?" he suggested. I eagerly nodded.

"Sounds good to me." I shrugged. He nodded and walked back out.

Sighing, I retreated to my bedroom. Seeing as I dressed so.. So.. Out there, I didn't have many friends. I didn't have any to be honest, I mean- who would want to be friends with a guy who wears dresses and makeup? Even more so, what parent would let their kid be friends with the freaky dude in dresses and makeup? Getting back to my point; My bedroom is where I spent 90% of my time. I had no social life at all.

I clicked on the tv, and flipped through the channels and decided on watching Star Wars. I'm also a HUGE nerd.

I kicked back on my bed and got under the covers. No sense in worrying bout' doing anything, I mean.. What was there to do? Nothing.

My dad came home soon, maybe 45 minutes later, and called for me. I joined him downstairs, and he tossed me my bag of food.

The bag was filled with unhealthy, greasy, junk food- and I'd enjoy every minute of it.

I opened it and pulled out the two tacos enclosed in it. I grinned as I bit into the deliciousness.

"Jeordie!" Dad scowled, "stop eating like that! It's not proper!" Groaning again, I wiped the dripping sauce of my mouth with my sleeve, causing my dad to scowl again.

"Jeordie, if I have to say something to you again, your grounded."

I wiped my mouth with my napkin, swallowed the small bit of food in my mouth, and began to fall into fits of laughter.

"Dad, what exactly are you grounding me from!? I have no life!" I fell to the ground laughing. He chuckled a bit himself, though I could tell he felt bad, which instantly got me to quit laughing.

"Just sit up and eat right." He said, though a grin appeared shortly after.

My dad was religious, but he didn't force it on me like most people in this town did. He was strict though, and he didn't put up with a lot of bullshit. Bullshit being- No acting stupid.