It was the last day of school. People were going crazy. Yearbooks were thrown around, people hooking up with other people, people waiting for school to end.
Except me. I sat at my desk wishing that school wouldn't end so I wouldn't have to go back home. But in my luck, the bell rung and everyone went bonkers. It was like one of those movie scenes with papers flying everywhere and all that stuff.
So, I cleaned out my locker, and started the dreadful walk back to my all so welcoming home.
When I got home, I wasn't suprised that my dad wasn't home. I sighed, grabbed some Cheezits and a Gatorade, and headed down to my room. I set my backpack down on the floor, plugged in my iPod and turned on Trevor Moran's single "The Dark Side" and started jamming out.
The song was just getting to the good part, when my dad came barging into my room, clearly drunk out of his mind.
"Turn that damn music down! You're bursting my ears open!" Dad yelled.
I went and turned off my music and sat down on my bed. Dad went over and picked up my iPod.
"Who got this for you?" Dad asked harshly.
"Marie got it for me for my birthday." I said calmly.
"Didn't she move?"
"Yes."
"Well, you wanna know something?!"
"What?"
Dad dropped the iPod and stomped on it.
I gasped. "Dad! Why would you do that?!" I yelled at him.
Big mistake. I knew what was coming next. Dad came over to me and grabbed my wrists.
"Please let go of my wrists!"
He only tightened his grip. Then, he threw me against the wall.
"You, dont tell what to do, Missy!" Dad yelled.
He came over and kicked my side and I let out a groan.
"You think that is enough?" Dad said.
I quickly nodded.
"Well, I don't!" Dad yelled again.
He yanked me up by my hair and threw me onto the floor. He started punching me in my stomach. He then gripped my wrists with all the strength he had and pulled my face close to his. I could smell the alcohol on his breath.
"I dont ever want to see you with something nice again." Dad whispered.
His whisper sent chills down my spine. He let go of my wrists and stomped up the stairs.
After I was sure he was up in his room, I crawled painfully to my now broken iPod. I carefully picked it up and looked at it. Hot tears rolled down my face as I looked at the iPod. It was the last gift Marie had ever given me before she moved away. I dropped the iPod and curled up in a ball and cried myself to sleep.
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He Saved Me (Trevor Moran Fanfic)
Fanfiction"He really likes you." Bailey said. I looked at her. "How do you know?" I said. "He has never looked at someone like the way he looks at you." Bailey said.
