Night Changes N.H.

Chapter 1

"God you just don't understand!" I scream as i slam my door in my parents faces. I lock it quickly before they can force their way in and i make my way to my bed. I flop down face first into the soft comforter and try to drown out their screams with my soft cries and loud thoughts.

"You were supposed to save yourself!" I hear my mother scream with furry in her voice, "The lord is so very angry with you, devil child!"

"Come out this moment and pray for forgiveness, Alexandra!" My father joins in.

I just cry harder. Coming home at 3 AM might not have been the best idea but Seth had picked me up that evening and he sure wasn't going to drive me home. Especially after he got what he wanted.

When i first met him i thought he was hot. With raven black hair and sharp green eyes he was the epitome of everything every girl wanted. And me? Well i was the daughter of the preacher and his wife. I'm the daughter who believed in Christianity but not everything her parents forced on her. I should be able to wear what i want, date who i want, listen to the music i want, and well... Do what i want. However my parents seem to think otherwise.

"No pants, only skirts that go to your knees and shirts that have sleeves to your elbows and show absolutely NO cleavage! You must always be modest!" Those were the rules since i could remember, and i never quite agreed.

So when i got my license and a car i started a job and bought my own clothes. My parents kinda saw this as a big ole, "fuck you and god," and burned all my new clothes. So i just bought some big fancy locks for my room and closet and bought more clothes.

Basically, my parent suck ass.

I wasn't allowed to date either, even though i'm 17 and my birthday in just a few months, my parents didn't care. But that didn't stop me from dating Seth.

When i first saw him about 2 weeks ago i didn't think he would even notice me. But he did, and my parents were furious, but i didn't care. His car was hot and fast and he could make out and he had abs. So i really didn't think about anything else.

And tonight when we were laying on his bed and his parents were out of town, i wasn't thinking about anything else either. When it was all over 15 minutes passes and he went for round 2. I was too tired and sore so i said i couldn't and he told me to leave and never talk to him again. So i walked home 8 miles in the rain and then having to explain why i was home so late instead of at 10. Witch brings me here, at 3 AM listening to my parents rant about how god hates me now.

Why couldn't they just help me?