Jess's P.O.V
For as long as I can remember I was never fully accepted by my parents. Before my mother died from cancer she would always tell me that even though I wasn't her dream child, she still loved me. She would let me be myself. She didn't judge me like the rest of the world did. My mother loved me for who I am. Yes, I'm not what my mother thought I would turn out to be, she sometimes tried to make me become that dream child, but that's never gonna happen. She didn't disown me or hate me. She treated me like I was the most important thing to her. Which is why I loved my mother.
As for my father, well lets just say that he doesn't deserve to have that label. He doesn't do his job as a dad. He was the complete opposite of my mom. And now that my mom is gone, I'm stuck with his hatred towards me. Whenever he looks at me I can see the shame in his eyes. I honestly don't understand why he hates me so much. I ask myself all the time, Why am I such a disgrace to everyone? I also wonder if I'm the reason why my dad drinks every other night. He always comes home with an almost empty bottle and trembling all over the house, slurring his words. I try to avoid him when he's drunk because he always takes his anger out on me. The only way I can get away from that monster I call my father is if I climb out my window later that night after telling my dad that I'm going to bed or studying in my room.
I only really have one place to go and thats my best friend Justin's house. Justin has been my best friend for a really long time now. I feel like he's the only one that understands me, well he actually is the only one that does. Justin dropped out of school a little while ago. He moved out of his parents house because he was just sick of them, so now he has a place of his own. Now that he's not at school with me anymore, I get picked on much more. Sometimes during lunch break he comes and picks me up and we hangout. Eventually he'll try to take me back to school but I somehow talk him out of it.
My dad doesn't know about Justin. If he did, he would forbid me from seeing him. It's not like I'll listen or anything, Justin is all I have.
I decided not to come straight home after school. Instead, I stayed in the art room, hung out at the little cafe by home and wrote some lyrics. When I did get home I fiddled with my house key trying to unlock the door. Eventually, I got in and I felt the change in temperature go from cold and windy to really warm. It was about 8:00 so it was a little dark outside. The first thing I was greeted with as I closed the door behind me was my dad yelling. " Where have you been?!" he hissed. I could smell the alcohol in his breath as his face was a foot away from mine.
"Out." I replied as I walked around him. I guess that didn't suit well with him because I stumbled as he pulled me back by my right upper arm. I turned to him and glared.
"I've been worried sick! Why are you just now coming home at 8:00?" Oh that was a lie. Since when has he ever cared!? All he does is drink, complain, and lounge around all day.
" You were worried?" I said with a disgusted face. " Almost every night you're drunk, you don't make us any dinner, and when your stupid friends are over you pretend like there is nothing wrong with this family. You treat me like I don't even exists! I'm your child for God's sake, step up and do your job as a father!!" By now my voice was raised and I could see that my dad was furious, but I didn't stop, I wasn't done with what I had to say. "And you always bring these easy women in here as if mom was never even apart of our lives which makes you even more of a jerk than before she died!!" I was going to walk away then and there but before I could my dad's hand was collided with the side of my face. I fell to the floor holding my instantly throbbing cheek. I looked up at him surprised with tearful eyes. He glared back at me for a short moment and then started to walk away. He plopped back down on the couch in the living room , grabbing his already opened beer from the nearby table. I sat there on the floor by the door. He's never hit me before. Ever. Great now he's an alcoholic and abusive. Some dad, huh?
I slowly got up and went to the kitchen to grab an ice pack. I placed the cold object in between my hand and my cheek. Instantly, I felt so much better. I left the kitchen, walking up the first few steps of the stairs. I looked my dad only to see him watching TV. It's like he doesn't even care that he hit me. There was no reaction, nothing.
I turned back around and headed up the stairs. I opened my bedroom door and walked in. Posters were scattered all over my walls, which were a light gray. I had a full sized bed with a blue bed set. There was a little black bedside table with a dark blue lamp on it. The lamp was on and the angle it was at was making bunch of strange figured shadows. The dim light just makes me even more tired than I was before. I plopped on my bed, too tired to change into something more comfortable and got under the covers. Quickly, I fell into a deep sleep.
(A/N) The pic is of Jess! This was probably really crappy and short so I apologize for tha mistakes and grammar. Erm, I hope you enjoyed this at least a little bit!
Kai biiieeeeee!
