Sunsets ☀︎

Chapter 3

Disclaimer:
This story and chapter do contain violence and abuse. If you cannot handle it, please let me know. And you come from an abusive home or relationship, I'll be here to talk to you.
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I wake up to the sound of my father grunting. He's madder than before.
"Get up. I know you're awake." I hear my father say.
"Never." I screamed. I never want to see him again, I never want to be near him again. He used to love us. He really did. He developed a drinking problem when my other brother named Gabriel died when he was in the car with Ponyboy's parents. My father blames them, even though our parents used to be best friends. He was only 6.
"You stay away from her." I hear a voice say. Ponyboy entered my room through the opened window.
"You don't deserve great children like Poppy and Johnny. Go rot in hell." Ponyboy yelled. I wish he would get out, I don't want him to get hurt.
"How would you like to end up like your parents, boy?" My father yells, spitting when he does.
"I hate you so much. Don't talk to him like that. You can hit me, but don't ever touch Ponyboy. Ever." I say with tears in my eyes. My father may be a homicidal maniac, but he's not allowed to hit him.
"You won't tell me what to do. I'm your father!" He screamed as he smacked Ponyboy to the ground.
"You SURE DON'T ACT LIKE ONE! I HATE YOU!" I screamed as tears fell down my face. I honestly hate my father with all my heart.
"I never want to see you again." I said with gritted teeth. I helped Ponyboy up, grabbed my purse from my desk, and we left the house.
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