Her Story

What The

A gunshot. Was that a gunshot? This is not what I meant.

I see him get out of the swimming area fast and put his clothes back on really fast. Yet I'm just sitting here frozen and staring. I see him get his phone and looks like he is texting someone.

" Come on, we got to go." He said in a rushed voice.

I hop outand before I can grab my jeans and hoodie. He picks me up and runs toward the car. Hey this is kind of fun. Wait my favorite hoodie. Great.

He opens my door and literally throws me in. Reminder I'm still in his wet clothes and he has the nerve to turn on the air conditioner.

' Where is your house?" He asked 

I gave him the directions and he began to speed. Soon we made it to my house. I smiled and said thank you. He kept his eyes looking forward and wouldn't even look at me. There is something about him and I want to figure it out.

I closed the car door. As I heard him speed off I opened my front door and hear glass shattering. Great. To my surprise it was just my mom throwing a fit. No dad

" Well well well look who is home. The worthless little daughter I regret having." " Whose clothes are those you look Horrible." Tears begin to run down my eyes.

" Awe are you crying?"

" It should have been you and not your brother."

 She said that and I ran up stairs to my room. My room has its own bathroom thank god. I turn on the shower. Get undressed and got in. I turn the water almost all hot. I sat on the floor of the shower and cried for a good 30 minutes. 

I got out and looked in the mirror and my puffy eyes, and just began to cry more. I eventually got my teeth brushed and decided to come out the bathroom.

I went and put Stones clothes in the washer.

I laid in bed still not being able to stop crying. I miss my brother, Id do anything to have him back. I hate it here.

TRIGGER WARNING

Just as I was about to fall asleep I hear my dad bust through my room, of course drunk.

"  Look who it is little miss depressed." He said with a smirk.

I didn't reply I never do.

He then decided to grab my arm and sling me across the room. Before I could get back up he kicked me directly in the stomach. I start crying. No Ava you cant. I cant help it. He proceeds to punch me many times then throws his bottle of Beer against my wall and it shatters. He leaves the room finally.

Why me? I ask to myself. I crawl back to my bed. While tears are running down my face. I found myself Dozing off.

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