When I Lost My Love

Chapter 1

7 MONTHS EARLIER

My dad came home drunk one night, I was in my room listening to music. He comes home drunk a lot but not every day. Today was really bad, I know something happened at the bar. I heard him when he came in slamming the front door and throwing things. I decided to turn my radio up a little louder. I could hear his footsteps coming up the stairs, I prayed that he would just go into his room and sleep it off. God had other plans.

"TRISHA!!! TURN DAT GOD DAMN MUSIC DOWN!" he yelled through my door, but I couldn't make out the words thru all the slurring

I wanted him to go away and die, I wanted him to leave me alone. he use to be nice before my mother died. We would go to parks and have ice cream every Tuesday after school, but now he's the devil. He burst through my door and knocked my radio off the dresser onto the floor. He was staggering around my room. Drunker than usual.

"Didn't I say turn the dammm music?" I looked at him scared to death of my life. I knew what would happen if I got smart with him, or spoke in general.

"I.I.I didn't h-hear you, i-I'm sorry." I was hoping if I just apologize he would leave, sometimes he goes away and I'm safe for the night, but he had other plans tonight.

"STOP LYIN, YOU LITTLE BITCH!!" Spit was flying as he was speaking from it being accumulated in the corners of his mouth. This Time I heard him very clearly. Tick. It's like a realization. He may be soberer than I expected.

I could feel the tears fighting to get free, and I let them willingly.

"Wipe your goddamn face. You look just like your mother, that bitch left us because of you, you drove her crazy and she couldn't fight because of that damn cancer. You gave her cancer."

He walked over to me and slapped me in the face. My lip split on the corner but that was ok. He grabbed me by my hair and yelled how much he hated me for killing my mother. He started slurring now, so much so that he started to drool on me. Maybe not

"Dad! please! please just sleep it off! please let me go! I'm sorry for hurting mom!" I begged. I"m so used to begging it's like a second language.

I know I didn't kill my mother, but he thought I did and if I said I didn't the abuse would get worst. Once when I said that I didn't kill her, he kicked me unconscious and urinated on me. What kind of father would do something so degrading to his only child? My father would. He was a horrid man.

"Get on your knees you little slut. Get down now." he pushed me down by my head. the sad part is I knew what he was going to do. I fell onto my knees, and he opened his whiskey bottle and poured it onto my head. The dark liquid was warm, and the taste was bitter. I came to hate liquor.

It burned my eyes and I sniffled a little, which caused the liquid to run through my nose and cause a burning sensation from my nose to my right eye... I wanted to die at that moment, I didn't know why I kept waking in the morning, bright and early running with no escape.

"You like that don't you, you like being treated like the little shit you are, don't you? Your mother hated you, I'm sure that's the reason she died to get away from you, you were her real cancer." He said kicking me in my abdomen. I bucked in pain grabbing at my midsection.

The words that left his lips hurt me to the core. Even though I knew the facts, I still could not help the fact that the words I was hoping he killed me. I was hoping I would die in my sleep. I thought I did, but I don't because when I woke, it was morning. My alarm went off, and it was time for school. Another regular day.

I got up off my floor and went to take a shower, as I ran the rag over my body it burned my skin. I could see the bruises that formed on my skin. I was lucky this time, he didn't break my rib. I view my body from the head to know nothing seemed odd or out of place about the bruises and marks, they became like extra skin, it was normal for me. I got out and got dressed for school, I wore something regular, I wore a baggy shirt with an extra baggy jacket, ripped jeans, and chucks. I was dying to get out of this town. My education was important to me. If I can go to college away from here would be amazing.

I walked to school which was a half mile. Every day that I walk I see this guy but he never really talks to me until today. I was walking past his house when he called me and I stopped.

"Umm, Hey I'm Lucas" he smiled and it was lovely, it was nice to see someone smile at me and not ignore me. He was pretty handsome. I wished I had worn something better, now that I see myself.

"Hey, I'm uhh Trisha"

"You wanna walk to school together, I mean if you cool with that. It's just that I walk behind you every day, I'm starting to feel like a stalker. So, today I felt we should walk together." He chuckled while rubbing the back of his head. I blushed a little, I can tell she was nervous. I stared him up and down. He looked normal regular white tee, a wife beater, blue jeans, and white SB Dunks.

"Yea, that would be cool" He reached over and tucked my hair behind my head.

"Let me grab my things first," He said running back to his home.

I waited for him outside. I heard some arguing inside. I'm guessing he was arguing, with someone. I listened a little, but couldn't hear much. I knew either way we should be able to connect as friends. He is pretty cute though. He probably wouldn't find me attractive. I mean giving what I have on, I made sure of that myself. I mentally slapped myself.

He came running outside grabbing me by my arm and practically dragging me to school. His right cheek was a little red, and he looked flushed.

"What happened?" I asked him trying not to cry myself. We just met and already we are faced with an obstacle.

"Nothing, just keep moving." Of course, I kept moving he still had my arm. I just followed behind and waited for him to cool down. We just met and I didn't want to ruin something that could happen even if it doesn't, besides giving the scene I kinda know what he is going through already.

After we made it a little way down, I tried again. I wanted to make sure my new friend was ok. Judging by how he is acting right now, he needs a friend himself.

"Are you alright?" I had to ask. Showing a little concern on my face.

I know what he is going through and when he is ready to talk I will be here for him. I would be his rock. Even though we just met I feel like I've known him already, we have this one thing in common that we can bond over. We could depend on each other to get through this.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm sorry about what happened, did I hurt you?" He rubbed my arm softly.

"No. I'm fine. It's ok. Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, Not really. we are almost to school. When school is over do you like want to hang out or something?" He asked me looking down at the ground. I didn't know if I should say yes or no. getting involved with someone would really be complicated.

"Sure. I would like that." It might not hurt to try, may take my mind of my problems at home,  complicated them more, either way I was tired of being alone.

After we made it to school, we agreed to meet back after school in the same spot we departed. I walked to my locker and opened it. The bell rang saying I was late, as usual. I power walked to my locker and behind me, the one and only Spencer came up and pulled at my hair. It hurt so I reached back and rubbed my head. I love school, it's the people that I don't like, but anything is better than being around my dad.

"Hey, Trisha. When are you gonna put your lips around my cock?" Spencer grabbed my ass while kissing the back of my head.

He grabbed a hand full of my hair and rubbed up behind me with his groin, I could feel the hardness of his manhood. He reached in front of me and caressed my breast. I tried to scream for help, but he covered my mouth. I bite his hand and he snatched it away and moved. I turned to face him and he wrapped his hands around my neck and told me I made a big mistake. When he let me go I fell to the floor trying to catch my breath.

"See you around Trisha Alba." He laughed as he walk away. I walked to my classes, but I was late. No need to run and tell the principal, the adults never listen, because of the money that Spencer"s family has, nothing fell through with the police report, my father said he didn't care, and his family well they are just happy that I've stopped trying. This town was hopeless. Its consists of under 1500 people. What do you expect? His family runs the police force, literally. 

They were like the mafia. They were untouchable, because they poured so much money into this small town, and owned half the businesses here. It was useless to run and tell, no one would listen not believe me, because Spencer could do no wrong. He was popular, and I was me,