What Once Was

get it out child

storytime~ get it out child

Ariel’s POV

I can’t even fathom to believe what I’m hearing. Things like this don’t happen to me, they just don’t. I hold my ponytail tightly in between my fingers while trying my best to keep my tears in my eyes. If I let the tears go, he’ll know he got to me.

I can’t let him get to me.

“Parker,” I whispered. His eyes were glossed over, like he didn’t want this, like he didn’t mean it. I knew better though.

“Just leave, Ariel. We are over.” Those cold eyes, normally so full of life and clear, all they showed was ice.

“One year, Parker.” I whimpered.

“Down the drain, at that.”

“B-but where will I stay?” I’m honestly terrified, he can’t do this.

“In your house? Like a normal person would, you freak.”

Freak, that’s what I am. A freak, is all I ever was.

I slowly start to back out, away from the crowd, ever so slowly. Hoping maybe he’ll tell me this is all some cruel joke. Hoping that maybe, just maybe he’ll hold my tightly and bring me back to his house like he would normally. Parker wouldn’t let me go back to my house, he isn’t like that.

Today isn’t normal though, it’s nothing close to normal. I turn around and start to run towards the gates of my school, there’s nothing I can say to him around all of those people. He’ll just shrug me off, and I don’t know if I could handle that. I let the tears release from my eyes once I reach the gate.

I try to continue walking, knowing full well that I wouldn’t be able to. After a few minutes I sit on the side of the road, attempting to clear my eyes just enough to where I could walk in a straight line.

After a few minutes I walk home, preparing to face the devil of my house. The person Parker always helped me escape from, the reason he used to take me to his house every day.

Once I reach my house, I see my father’s truck in the front driveway. I make slow strides to the front door, unlocking it with my key. I walk quietly to my room, the only place that peace exists in this house.

Stepping inside abd climbing into my small twin-sized bed, thats remained untouched for a year. The last thing I think of before falling asleep is what the hell happened?

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“What are you fucking doing here?” I hear, still in dreamland.

I slowly start to wake up from my nap, seeing my father glaring at me.

“I…uh”

“Get it out child!”

“I was just staying here tonight, don’t mind me please. I won’t be a burden.” I say, scared that past events will reoccur.

“Why the hell have you been crying?”

“Oh… Uh… My boyfriend, well ex…”

I look up at my father through my tear stained eyes to see him smirking at me. “Oh good! Finally, now that you’re done disrespecting me I’ll tell my clients that you’ve returned. You’ve lost me lots of money you know, over the past year.”

No. This has to be a dream. I must be dreaming. I pinch myself, but nothing happens. Me and Parker dated for over a year, I thought he might be over this by now? Parker refused to let me stay here, after he heard about what my father was forcing me to do.

“Now, child, get a goods nights rest. You’ll need it for tomorrow.”

After those words, he steps out of my room, leaving me for the night.

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“Come on you whore, get out of bed! Your clients here, we can’t keep him waiting.”

I groggily pull myself out of bed, throwing on jeans and a sweatshirt. I wouldn’t be wearing these for long anyways. I walk down the hall, to see how old of a man it is tonight. Unsurprisingly it’s a man, who looks about 40 years old or something.

These people pay good money to get away from there crusty old wives, for a night with some sixteen year old girl who’s dad gladly takes the money.

“Ooh, she’s a pretty one.” The man says, looking me up and down. I feel tears start to spring up into my eyes, every day is like this. If it wasn’t my father wouldn’t be able to buy all of his drugs and liquor.

“Yeah, yeah. Be out of my house by one in the morning I’ve got shit to do.” My father says to the man, leaving the house.

It’s like this every day, he lets the man in, tells him to leave by one in the morning, and then leaves.

I direct my vision to the man, who starts walking towards me once he hears the front door slam shut.

“You’re going to be a good little girl aren’t you?”

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A/N

Very first story! I was tired of reading so many, so I decided it was time to start writing! I hope you like it. J