Right from the beginning, I was at the losing end. The unfortunate girl with an abusive dad and no mom. I was always different from others and never knew why. I hated everyone; more like I was jealous. I hated almost everything about my life except from moments with very few people... Moments with Dylan but I could loose him just because of destiny and crap like that but I won't let that happen. I don't know how, but I'll get what I want. I promise
View MoreI laid on Dylan's bed, waiting for him to come out of the shower. No one had said a word since Mr. Arthur came to pick us up. Mr. Arthur himself hadn't even looked at me. I felt more uncomfortable than ever but there's nothing I can do about it. I had to stay since that's what Dylan said he wanted. The part of me that felt I had something to do with why Dylan and Mr. Arthur were in a bad mood was dead. Now I'm just worried about them. I already picked up a hint of what was going on. "Sorry to keep you waiting.", Dylan said as soon as he came out of the bathroom. "Don't worry about it.", I said, sitting up and turning to him.? He was fully dressed but his hair was still a bit wet. "Uhh...", he trailed, proceeding to sit next to me. "You can ask me what's wrong. I don't know how to start explaining if you don't." "Oh... Hehe.", I laughed awkwardly, sighing after. "So what happened?", I finally asked. He forced a sm
Mr. Arthur didn't give Dylan and I the chance to talk yesterday. He kept asking questions about school and why Dylan didn't want him to come and pick us up. Most times Mr. Arthur over thinks but that's cool. He never fails to show how much he cares. "Tch.", I hissed, struggling to inhale the next breath. Waking up with pains was normal now. I never go to bed, I pass out. The mad man can't learn to give me a break. "Shit.", I swore, glancing at the clock then standing up immediately and stretching, enjoying the sounds of my cracking bones and letting out a loud sigh as soon as I was satisfied. "I'm late.", I said, rushing to clean up the mess my dad made last night and then to the bathroom.? I had to have a long bath though if not I wouldn't be able to wash of the dried blood on my hair. I always feel disgusting everytime I wake up but I could get used to it. After I had made breakfast, I rushed out. I didn't want to keep Dylan and Mr. Arthur
"Remind me to never let you sit never let you sit next to me in class again.", I frowned, pushing my books to the side as soon as the bell rung. "And why should I do that?", Dylan asked with a smile playing on his lips. It's been there for a while. "Cause I learnt absolutely nothing.", I sighed, glancing at the board, wondering when they wrote all the science stuffs they did. I didn't even know the topic. "Oh...", He trailed, leaning on the chair and slouching a bit. Dylan literally talked through out school today and I couldn't tell him to stop. I didn't want to stop hearing his voice. It was comforting, but then again I wanted to listen to the teacher as well. I was hoping at least one teacher would tell him to shut up and one did, but he completely ignored him. It went like, "Dylan, please if you could just lower your voice.", the class let out a gasp when the teacher said that. "Avery I've told you to try putting yo
"C'mon, he's not that strong. Give me a break.", I rolled my eyes, increasing my pace so Dylan wouldn't be able to keep up but he's not as sluggish as I thought. "What do you mean he's isn't that strong?!", he wouldn't let go of what I said about his favorite anime character while we were in the car. I didn't intend to piss him off this much. His face was red and he kept yelling.? "Why can't I think what I want to think about him? It's my opinion anyways.", I said, ignoring the attention we were able to draw already. "Because we're talking about Saitama!", watching anime became a hubby for us ever since our first try out. We always had different opinions and always argued about every little thing. He just doesn't know how to let go. I can be the same most times but still. "Your opinions are always crap.", he argued. I stopped by my locker, opening it and noticing as people around left without thinking twice. I was used to it and
Of course, after that day, Dylan and I started talking more but then we were never fully comfortable with each other. Most times, we avoided talking about personal issues, probably because we feel like we don't trust each other or whatever but to me, all that didn't matter. Even though I can't say I had someone to share my pain with, I at least had someone I could talk to and that's okay. Dylan was a good distraction. He's annoying, funny and can be off. He takes my mind off things. It feels good to feel something other than pain and burden. At first, Dylan didn't seem to care. After the day he called me best friend, he barely looked at me or even talked to me. I was always the person walking up to him to say hi and start a discussion or something. Later on, Dylan got used to my presence, not really used to it but he actually started talking... a lot. "Don't barge in you idiot. Learn how to start knocking.", I groaned, rolling my eyes as soon as I heard my door slam ope
I woke up the next day, with new clothes on. I was cleaned up. I felt comfortable but that was only for a second. "Shit.", I swore, remembering the later I show up home, the more the beating. I had to get out. After bouncing on the bed a few times, I rushed to the room's door, opening it as fast as I could. I rushed to the sitting room where Dylan sat with his mom. They both turned to look at me, surprised a bit like they forgot I was around. "Sorry.", I whispered out of embarrassment, then headed for the door. I wasn't embarrassed about startling them. The PJ I had on was what's was embarrassing. A onesie with kitten faces everywhere. I could remember the day Mr. Arthur got it for me. I was the one that chose it myself. It was so soft. I knew it'd be comfortable.? Now that I'm in it, yes it feels as comfortable as it looked but then I was sure I looked like a baby. "Where are you rushing to?", I heard Dylan ask as soon as my hand touched the
Because of school, I found excuses I could use to avoid staying at home. Life was more bearable now but then again, it was still unbarable. What do I mean? Right now I'm kneeling beside my dad's couch, being forced to watch his lousy team play while bleeding non-stop from my arm and lap. My dad was sitting comfortably with his eyes fixed to the television, grumbling everytime his team made a mistake. He held his knife tight, like he was excited to use it on me again. "You better pray my team doesn't loose.", he said, boys bothering to look at me. Everytime the opposing team scores a goal, I get cut pretty deep. At the moment, I was in so much pain, barely hanging on to consiousness.? I was more terrified than I've been in a while. Not only did my whole body hurt like hell, my injuries were taking too long to heal. Watching blood gush out of my body was terrifying. I no longer felt excited feeling myself slowly loose life, things changed after my talk with Dylan. I c
"Don't hang out around me. Don't talk to me. Don't look at me. We don't know each other.", were the instructions Dylan have to me as soon as we got to school. "And don't you dare try to get popular with my name. Don't lie to people that you're buddies with the Betas son", he continued. "I had no plans to.", I shrugged, walking out on him. "Hey! I wasn't fine talking!", he yelled, sounding like his dad whenever I say or do something stupid. "I don't want to be seen talking to you." I said, not to loudly but loud enough for him to hear. He was quiet for some seconds like he was trying to process what I had just said, after a few seconds of silence, he finally spoke up. "WHAT?!", he definitely wasn't expecting my reply. His last yell earned us a lot of eyes, making me shrink and release a low hiss. I increased my pace so I could get as far away from him as possible but then he ran up to me. "What do you mean you do
I got kicked out of my sleep, sitting up immediately and rubbing my cheek to calm the stinging pain I felt. My dad woke me up with a slap today. "Dress up and head over to Dylan's house. Arthur'll be the one dropping you off at school.", I simply nodded, already forgetting about how I was woken up.? I hopped out of bed, rushing to the bathroom. I was excited. I couldn't wait to be away from this mad man and his house but then I wasn't ready to be in the same car with Dylan. I didn't know the school's location so I couldn't walk there. I didn't bother being picky with clothes. I had nice ones because Mr. Arthur kept buying me some but I didn't want to stand out. I wanted space. After making my dad breakfast, I hurried to Mr. Arthur's, hoping I wasn't late. I was glad to see he was the one that opened the door today. Anyone else would have been awkward.? "You're up early. I see you don't want to be late on your first day of school.", he smiled, moving aside
Avery's POV I sat by a corner in my room squeezing my stomach in pain and watching myself bleed. My throat felt dry, my eyes felt like they were burning and my chest ached. My vision was blurred like it always was every time I got beaten by my dad. I couldn't help but wonder the worst thing that could happen if I killed the man. I spat out the blood in my mouth, feeling irritated by the feeling of dried blood on my skin. Letting out a low sigh as soon as my mouth was free. I remained in a position, watching most of my injuries heal in seconds, smiling to myself. I took pride in my speedy healing. I attempted moving, groaning at the sound of my cracking bones. "He didn't hold back today,", I groaned to myself, using the desk next to me as support to stand up. "What an ass.", I whispered, biting my lower lip in annoyance and waiting impatiently for myself to fully heal. This was a daily routine. My 'dad' loved beating me up every morning. My pain was pleasure...
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