Hate To Love ✔️

Chapter 9

At my front door once again, let's see what beatings I get today.
"Causing trouble again" I heard him speaking as I opened the door.
"What?" I asked confused, what the hell did I do now.
"The school called me today" he grumbled as he stumbled onto the couch, drunk again...what a surprise.
"I didn't do anything" I spoke lowly, I can't be asked to be shouted at right now, I just want to go to my room.
"Then why are other girls calling you a whore?" He asked as he chugged down another cup of scotch, he seemed concerned in some sick way, this is the only ounce of worry I've seen from him in 17years.

"I don't know, why don't you ask them" I sighed, how long is he going to ask questions for? I don't have all day.
"Be careful alright, don't let them get to you" he smiled, then closed his eyes to sleep.
No shouting.
No swearing.
No beating.
My whole damn life this is all I've wanted, for one person to tell me I'll be alright, to reassure me that I'll get through life. A parent is all I ever wanted.
And I just got it, the man that's tortured me my whole life seemed worried about me, for once.
I could tell he's had more drinks than usual, he's so drunk he doesn't even know what he's saying.
He should overdose on alcohol more often.

I headed off to my room, this is probably my only opportunity for a good nights sleep...a painless night.
As I was drifting off, I couldn't help but think about todays earlier events, why was Carson so eager to help me? Is he so desperate to get into my pants that he would stoop to getting down on the floor to scrub a locker? Wow...just wow. I'll give him an A for effort though, he almost convinced me that he was being genuine. Almost.

The days began passing by fast, dad hasn't been so bad lately, don't get me wrong I still get my fair share of hits, but not as much as they used to be, and to be completely honest it's sort of scary, it means he's giving up...giving up on everything. Everyday his intentions fade a little more, his life source is dying out. I wouldn't be surprised if I came home one day to see him dead on the ground, with the amount of alcohol he consumes I'm surprised he's still alive. Would I be happy about his death? I hate him, that's for sure, but I don't want him dead. I think a part of me still think he may be able to redeem himself...even after 17years.

I had became a little closer with Leona, I tried to keep my distance but her personality is just so captivating, she's bloody brilliant, as the brits would say.
And for Carson...well he continued to try a couple more times, but I'm pretty sure he's given up.
He notices me in the hallways every now and then but doesn't say anything, I mean why would anyone want to talk to the "whore"
It's funny how much I've thought about him lately, considering I know nothing about him and vice versa.
Over time I was becoming accustomed to Raywood High's rules, I learnt how to get around without any trouble.
A couple weeks have passed since my first day and people already know who I am, which isn't a very good thing since my reputation isn't great. News travels fast here. It seems like the students at Raywood find more entertainment in other peoples lives than their own.