Tom and I reach the car park where he says his car is parked, I see Dominic leaning against a silver ford fiesta, that obviously had seen better days.
"Took your time" Dom said sarcastically,
"Sorry" I laughed, Tom pulled his keys out his pocket at pressed a button on them making the lights at the front of the car flash,
"It's open" Tom smiles, there is only two doors on the car so I have to climb over the front seats awkwardly into the back compartment of the car.
I put my hand up to reach my seatbelt, but I couldn't find it,
"Uhh, Tom I can't find your seatbelts" I said dumbly, I see Tom smirk,
"About that.."
I look at Tom,
"Are you actually serious? Tom that's got to be illegal!" Dom shouts, referring to the fact the back of his car fails to include back seatbelts.
"Just hold on to something Skye" Tom says, trying to hide the panic in his voice.
I look around, there's nothing to hold on too, I just hope Tom doesn't drive to fas-
Tom puts his foot on the accelerator, driving at full speed down the road. I am thrown back against the Force of the speed.
"Tom- the- speed- isn't- necessary"
Dom manages to say, the speed making talking a challenge for him. Tom slams on the breaks, causing Dom and I to fly forward, luckily for me I manage to grab hold of Tom's head rest, so I didn't fly out the front window of the car.
Dom wasn't as lucky, he flew forward and his seatbelt tightened, causing it to rub a blister on his neck.
"JESUS TOM!" Dom yelled, "YOU NEARLY KILLED US! GIVE ADVANCE WARNING BEFORE BRAKING!"
"Sorry" Tom said guiltily.
Once we where back to a steady pace, Tom decided to break the silence,
"So, can you tell me why you called me out at nearly 3am?" Tom asked casually,
I looked at Dom, hoping this time he really would explain, not just look at me.
"Well... Basically" Dom started, he looked at me to get the all good for him to tell the story, I smiled to say it's okay for him to tell, and Dominic told Tom about the whole story from the day.
I admit I did zone out of the convocation, it was only till I felt a sharp pain in my knee, that I focused into the chat,
Dom had poked me with a pencil in the knee.
"OW! What was that for?" I asked cluelessly, last time I checked it wasn't normal to poke people in the knee with a pencil... Then again, my dad's done far worse to me.
"Sorry" Dominic smiled, "Tom asked if you want the radio on?"
I nodded and continued to look out my window,
A song started blurting out the speakers, which Dominic and Tom instantly started to sing along to, I desperately wanted to join in with them but I had no idea what this song was, I've only ever heard a few recent songs that my dad's played or Mozart, one of the things my dad has a strange addiction with.
"How many times do I have to tell you, even when your crying your beautiful too?" Dom and Tom sang, "the world is beating you down, I'm around, through every mood"
I felt as if the song was aimed for people like me, who was abused and felt scarred by everything they see and hear, but no, no one would think someone who looked like me was pretty, I'm ugly, I get reminded everyday by my worst enemies: my father and the mirror.
"Here we are, 24 oak street" Tom smiled pulling over, I looked up from my day dream,
"How do you know where I live?" I ask, while I wait for Dom to get out the car so I can exit,
"Your address is written in your rucksack, and you left that in the front with us" Tom winked, I smiled at Tom's detective work.
"M'lady" Dominic smiles, offering his arm to me once I've got out the car, I look at him confused,
"What are you doing Dom?" I ask,
"I am escorting her majesty to her door" Dom bows.
Normally I would appreciate his humour, but right now isn't the time, I can't let them see my dad, he'll be drunk for sure and you can never be to sure of his actions when he's in what I sometimes call 'the beer phase'.
"I'm fine thanks" I say walking past Dominic, I honestly feel like I've just stepped on a puppy, that came out much ruder than it sounded in my head.
"Dom I'm sorry" I turn round, only to be swept off my feet,
Dom carries me to the door bridal-style,
"Don't press the bell Dom!" I hiss,
But Dominic just ignores me,
"Dominic put me down now!" I order, but I just get a harsh tickling as a reply,
I start hyperventilating from the tickle session, and tears flood out my eyes, laughing seems to do that to me.
I see Tom run ahead and start to press the doorbell,
"TOM NO" I scream through fits of laughter, but it's to late, the man I hate to call my father appears at the door,
"Delivery!" Tom shouts excitedly, I look at my dad in horror, I can already smell the vomit, and see a few glass bottles scattered on the floor behind him, including one in his hand.
My dad's breath stank of Lager, and he was struggling to stay standing,
"Okay, thanks Tom for the lift, and thanks for the care Dom" I try to shoo my friends off, but they've frozen in place,
"Are you Drunk!?" Dom yells, putting me on the floor and protectively wrapping his arm around my waist.
"NooooOOoOOooO" my dad slurred, his voice's pitch changing,
"Yes you are!" Tom steps in, I can feel another panic attack coming on,
"Dominic, Tom, it's fine, I can take care of this" I try and rationalise but it's no use, I've practically become invisible to the 3 men surrounding me.
"If you think we're leaving Skye with you alone then you can think again!" Tom said, the next part all went in slow motion for me,
My dad lunged towards Tom,
"NOO!" I yelled, freeing myself from the safety of Dom's grasp and colliding my fist with my dad's face,
Now there's something I never thought I'd do.
I can feel the panic attack need getting stronger, my dad turns his attention from Tom to me,
"Did you just, punch me!?" He shouts,
My body start to shake uncontrollably,
My dad lifts my by the scruff of my school collar,
"I SAID DID YOU JUST PUNCH ME, ANSWER ME YOU BITCH!" He screams, I'm honestly surprised we haven't woken any of the neighbours with all this fuss.
"Yeah, she did!" I hear Dom shout, "and I'm about to do the same!"
Dom punches my dad sending him crashing to the floor, dropping me in the process.
Tears start folding from my eyes,
I just wish this nightmare would be over.
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One more day (Slow updates)
Teen FictionThis is the story of Skye, Skye Smith. She was brought up without a mother and living with her drunk, abusive father. But that's a part of her life she won't tell anyone... when she moves to London her one wish is for her life to change, but leavin...
