As Vlad turned and left me I felt my heart shatter into a million and one pieces, yet I couldn't cry. I felt my knees become weak too weak to even stand. As I struggled to walk I went and sat on the overly stuffed couch with Kristoff and October.
"Heya hun, you okay?" October asked her tone filled with concern and pitty for the once cheerful me.
"Yeah, I just fell and hit my head, I'll be fine." I managed to mumble through my hate filled thoughts.
As I got home I heard glass break against the wall, my dad, must've been drunk again. I opened the door fearing the worst yet praying for the best.
"Get in here!" I knew exactly who he was talking to, I walked into the kitchen to find him rummaging for beer once again.
"Dad, you're out of beer!" I yelled across the room.
"Then go buy me some! That's all you're useful for anyways." He yelled at me, I could see the hatred in his eyes, yet I was too afraid to question his authority.
"I'm too young dad." I looked at him knowing what was coming; as his hand slapped my face I could feel the tears swell up in my eyes, once again ruining my eyeliner.
"You're no good for nothing!" My dad yelled then slammed the door behind him. He never liked me, even when he wasn't drunk.
NEXT DAY
As I wake up from my deep sleep on the pull out sofa I notice a note sitting on my dresser, or should I say coffee table?... Oh well. I opened it to find perfect handwriting:
Hey snow,
Yeah I know you probably hate me, it's Vlad, I swear I found my father, meet me at Octobers ASAP!
Vlad wrote me? Out of all of the people in the world me?...Wow…there's gonna be drama..