my friend, barron.

mess up

(no proof reading cause i'm lazy as shit)

y/n pov:

i woke up at 9:00 AM and turned to the other side of my bed to see if barron was asleep still, he definitely wasn't sleeping cause he wasn't their. i got up from my bed and brushed out my hair a little bit and walked downstairs. i checked in the living room but as i turned around i bumped into him.

y/n: what are you doing?
barron: making food.

he walked away from me but i followed behind him into the kitchen only to my surprise to see chocolate chip pancakes on the table with orange juice.

y/n: what was this for?
barron: i don't know, i guess i just thought i should do something fun.
y/n: does you dad know your here
barron: oh god no. if he found out i was sneaking out at night he would kill me.
y/n: glad i'm not the only one

barrons pov:

she walked over to the table and sat down. we talked about what we've always wanted to do. things like wishing we could just do whatever we wanted without getting in trouble. or things that happend in the past.

y/n: and then i fell off the swing and hit my head and i had to go to the hospital. my mom was mad at me for falling, but i couldn't help it!
barron: then what happend?
y/n: then i spent the next two whole days in the hospital.
barron: what even happend to your mom?

barron: if you don't want to tell me that's ok....

y/n: no it's fine. when i was younger she left me. i'm not really sure why though. all i know is that my parents would stay up arguing at night. it got so bad that my mom just packed her things and left. the only thing left that i have of her is a sweater that she gave me. but ever sense that day my dad was never the same. he would hit me, call me things.

barron: y/n....
y/n: what??
barron: isn't that abuse...

y/n pov:

i say their for a second thinking of what to say before speaking. it's not abuse is it?

y/n: no it's not.
barron: ok but if he's like hitting you on a daily basis then-
y/n: hes not! why would that even concern you barron! your barley a part of my life and here you are just assuming things that you don't know.
barron: y/n, i'm just trying to help you. please don't get mad at me-
y/n: maybe you should leave. i think getting to know each other was a bad idea.

barrons pov:

y/n: get out.

and with that i walked out the door.

barron: y/n i'm sorry i didn't mean it in that kind of way.

she rolled her eyes and shut the door. i stood their in disbelief but then just decided to walk home. i climbed over the fence opend the door and walked over and lauded on my bed. i just laid their eventually till i fell asleep.

y/n pov:

i walked upstairs to my bedroom and tried going to bed to get my min off of things but then i herd a car pull in the driveway. i went to my window and peeked to see who was here. it was my dad.

he walked up to my room and opend my door.

dad: the house was supposed to be clean.
y/n: you never told me...

he walked up to me and slapped my face and pushed me to the wall causing me to fall on the floor. he didn't even care he just took a sip of his beer and walked out. i climbed in my bed and fell asleep.

~next morning~

i woke up and got out of bed and went to the bathroom. i put on makeup but i get a pain on my shoulder and back. i pull off my shirt a little to see what it is. come to find out i have two bruises from my father from the day before. one on my shoulder and one on my back.

wonderful

i put on black ripped jeans and a white champion hoodie. i didn't want anybody to see my bruises. not even one of my closest friends kayla.

i walked to school cause i live really close

a/n: ok ik this chapter is shit. i just ran out of ideassss💀💀