Love, Sex, Riot. (Bret Von Dehl love story)

Chapter 1: Leaving home and starting fresh

This is my second story. I have a Jacky vincent story aswell called 'Love is Forever' (still writing) so go read that one. If you want!! So this is my second attempt in writing so bear with me here. Anyways i hope you enjoy this story!!!

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Esence POV

Flashback to when I was 14

"What the fuck is that?" My dad boomed grabbing my septum piercing, tugging at it making it hurt more.

"I-it's a-a n-nnothing" I stuttered. Whimpering in pain. He turned around and looked at my mom who was standing behind him looking disappointed at me.

"Did you know about this?" My dad asked looking at my mom. She shook her head no. My dad turned back around to me with an angry look. I backed up a little fearing that he would hurt me or yell in my face.

"So first I found out that you cut. Second that you have suicidal thoughts. Third you pierce yourself in the most ugliest places. And fourth you dont plan on going to college. Great just Perfect. I have one daughter thats perfect and then i have another thats just fucked up." He said looking at me the whole time. Every word cutting deeper and deeper into me. He sighed and spoke up "Get out. NOW." I looked at him in disbelif. How could he be throwing me out im only 14. I looked back at my mom for help but she just looked away.

"W-ww-hhat?" I questioned him further.

"I said get out. We cant deal with you anymore. You always stay in your room. You never talk to us. You dont feel like part of this family and when we tell you no you rebel and do it anyways. We cant have a daughter thats a freak, it ruins our reputation towards our family and friends." He said sighing, running a hand through his hair.

"Are you serious. Your kicking out your 14 year old daughter because i fucking ruin yall's reputation and presence towards people. Wow, Wow. Im sorry im not fucking normal, or social. Okay its not my fault. You think I wanted to be this way." I said tears streaming down my face. "You know what fine im done, I'll leave. I hope yall are happy without me." I stated, my voice cracking from crying. I walked back to my room and grabbed my backpack about to start stuffing it with clothes when I heard my dad shout 'Only take the stuff that you bought with your own money.' I choked out a sob and grabbed the two shirts and skinny jeans I bought with my own money. I took off the clothes I was wearing and changed into ones i bought myself. I grabbed all my vans and stuffed them in my bag aswell as my vans shocks. These were mine because I had to by all my vans because my parents thought they were pointless. After i was done grabbing all that I had bought through out the years with my own money, I walked over to me bed and lifted it up revealing my blade, gauze, and further back underneath it was my stash of savings containing about a hundred bucks. I grabbed it all and stuffed it in my back pack and walked out to see my dad holding out his hand.

"Phone. Now." I handed him my phone and looked back up to him with pleading eyes. He just shook his head and pointed towards the door. I looked back at my family one last time before exiting my house, starting the journey of my new life.

I walked for about thirty minutes to find myself in town. I walked to the nearest gas station and asked the worker if i could borrow the phone to call a taxi. He granted me the phone and I asked him what the number was to call a taxi. He told me and I dialed it letting it ring a couple times before someone picked up.

"Houston taxi company how may I help you." The receptionist asked in a sweet tone.

"Uhh yes um can i get a taxi to come and pick me up and take me to the bus station in Houston?" I questioned hoping she'd say yes. She said yes and asked me to give her my location. I gave her the address to the store and she told me that a taxi will be here in thirty minutes. I thanked her and hung up, handing the phone back to the worker. I thanked him and walked out, sitting down on the curb with my bag on my back, waiting for the taxi.