Chapter 3: Flashbacks

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(Jeremys POV)

Did, no wait wait wait. I must be dreaming, DID HE JUST KISS ME?? I thought as I watched Mikes car drive off. I walked over to the parking lot and got into my car. I drove down the block and went inside my apartment complex. I unlocked the door to my apartment and walked in. I was tired as hell. I sat down on my old, torn up couch and turned on my small, box TV. I ended up passing out on my couch.

(Jeremys Dreams/ Flashbacks)

I woke up in my bed due to banging on my door. I looked around, I was in my old house. "JEREMY YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT, WAKE UP!" someone yelled. I couldnt miss that voice, it was my dad. I trembled as I walked to the door and opened it. My dad grabbed me by my arm forcefully and threw me into a wall. "Breakfast is in the diningroom, prick." He murmured and walked away. I held onto my arm and walked into the dining room and sat down. I looked at my breakfast. Stale cereal and expired milk. My stomach growled. "Sorry not today" I said and held my stomach. My dad walked over and threw his empty beer bottle at my head. "Why arent you eating breakfast? You are such an ungrateful bastard." my dad spoke, grabbing another beer from the fridge.

I walked to my bedroom, tears in my eyes. I walked in and locked my door. I flopped onto my bed and started crying, silently. I lifted up my face and looked at my nightstand. I saw a picture of my mom and me at the beach before she passed away. I wiped the tears from my eyes. I remember when my dad was nice and when he used to love and care for me, but ever since my mom died, things were never the same.

(BACK TO REALITY) I woke up to knocking. I jolted up, nearly having a heart attack.

*SO LIKE MY TEACHER GAVE US HOMEWORK SO YA, DONT EXPECT THIS FANFIC TO EVER BE GOOD. I SUCK AT WRITING AND I HAVE BAD WRITERS BLOCK AND SCHOOL AND BLAH BLAH BLAH...... I AM TOO LAZY TO RIGHT A LONG CHAPTER.*

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