It was 4:06. School had ended two hours ago.
"HAVANA!" My father roars. He was in a bad mood. Not good. "GET DOWN HERE NOW!"
Quickly, I run down the stairs and to his room, located next to the stairwell.
" Yes, Sir?" I say, nervously.
"Someone told me you disrespected a teacher and skipped class. Is this true?" He says looking me dead in the eye.
I think about lying. But I'll get punished more than I'm already going to. Plus, I thought to myself, he already knows the truth.
"Y-Yes..." I stutter.
His eyes look black from anger and I feel fear peircing through me. He stands up slowly and walks towards me. I back against the wall, cornered. I could feel the cold, dry paint press against my pale skin.
I feel his breath against my face.
"You are such a disgrace. " He spits, smirking.
He punches me in the stomach, and I groan, bending down. He kicks me to the floor and I grit my teeth. He punches me in the face, and I cover my face with my arms. I heard what sounds like a glass breaking.
I feel a sharp pain in my stomach and open my eyes, looking down while tears run down my face.
My eyes widen.
He was cutting me.
My stomach was on fire.
I scream.
That was the last thing I heard before I black out.
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The hoodie girl
RomanceHavana Russell is a 17 year old girl who wear a hood every day. Nobody but her best friend, Kayla Laser, knows what she looks like. Can the schools Bad boy, Kenton West, change her mind about life or herself?
