Demand For Love

Chapter One.

What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger ❤️

Chapter one.
Ezzie's Pov

"Ezzmay Liana Andrea, get down here this instant!!!!!" My father roared shaking the whole house. I shivered in fear. I carefully put down the pencil I was using for my assignment and went downstairs.

It was 4 in the morning for the love of God. I sighed shakily as I headed downstairs.

"You little bitch!!" He threw a bottle of bear at me as I approached him. I had barely missed the bottle. It hit me on my rib cage. I groaned in pain. That was gonna bruise of for sure.

"Where's my food?!" He roared, Coming towards me.

"It's.... it's in the kitchen." I stuttered.

"Then go get it!!" He yelled. I ran to the kitchen like my tail was on fire. I quickly microwaved the pasta and served it, placing it on the dining.

Just as she was about to leave, my father pulled me by my hair.

"You devil, anytime I come back and don't find my food, I'll kill you like you killed your mother." He spat with so much hatred in his voice. He punched me in the guts and kicked me towards the direction of the staircase.

And I swear, no tear left my eyes. Living with my father alone, with all the beating even made me stronger. The words he spit don't even hurt me anymore.

Ever since my mother died, father turned into a legit drunkard. He drank from morning till night and by the time he's back, he'd beat me as he wished.

No one knows about this except my best friend.

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Most teens hate school but trust me, I love going to school. Not because of what I want to learn but because those 6 hours are spent away from my dad.

Not like every Wattpad story where the girl who gets abused by her parents is a total sadist, No. I am carefree at school and I enjoy my glorious 6 hours.

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The alarm rang loudly and I turned it off quickly before my dad heard it. I did my daily routine and bolted out of the door without my father noticing.

I walked all the way to school.

As I stepped into the hallway, an object hit my forehead. It was a ball, a tennis ball.
What a great way to start my day, a ball to my forehead.

I hissed and rubbed my forehead as I bent down to pick the ball. Just as my hands touched the ball, another hand touched the ball. His fingers grazed mine and a wave of electricity shot through me. I withdrew my hand immediately.

The owner of the ball was Ian. The hottest, handsome and cutest guy in the whole of East Coastview city, not my words.

He took his ball and eyed me from head to toe, confusion written over his face as to why I withdrew my hands so fast.

"Are you okay? Do you want to go to the nurse?" He asked not even looking at me but at the hall as if to check if the hall had suffered any injuries.

"No, I'm alright." I shook my head fervently. Why was I nervous???

"Cool." He said and just walked off.

That cold jerk. He couldn't even apologize. I rubbed the part of my hand where his fingers touched. What was that feeling?

"At least he asked if you were okay." A voice said whispered in my ears making me jump and snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Taimaine Eva Jenkins!!!! Can you stop scaring me like that!" I said to Tammy, my best friend.