Author's Note: hey there... :3 well im new here and this is my first fic ever. I don't have high expectations for this story but i promise i will finish it no matter what. I try to update at least once a week. ummmm welllll...yeah. haha. so basically if i get at least a couple of reviews i'll continue. well, here ya go, hope you enjoy it(:
BTW: It's all in Gwen's POV. If not, I will letcha know who's it is.
Rated for language.
Chapter:1
Welcome to My Life
A door slammed and I was jolted from my sleep. 'Shit', I thought. He was home. My heart started pounding and I quick went through my mental checklist.
-I had cleaned up after dinner.
-Left a plate of food in the microwave for him.
-Put all my books away.
-My iPod was….fuck! I had left it out on the kitchen counter! "Shit shit shit!" I whispered angrily to myself. A couple weeks ago he had told me to throw my iPod away, but there was no way in hell I was throwing away my only escape from this nightmare. So I kept it and just made sure he had no clue I still had it. And it worked. Until now.
I heard him drop the keys onto the counter downstairs. 'Here we go…' I thought. Ever since we had moved last month he had started to get more unpredictable, especially when he was out drinking and smoking till four in the morning. I glanced at my clock, 4:04. 'Right on time', I thought. Sometimes he wouldn't even bother to come home for days, which was perfectly fine by me. He wasn't exactly the most charming person to be around.
Downstairs, I heard him grunt and mumble, stringing out a few curses here and there. Then, I heard the sickening crack of what could only be my iPod being thrown across the room. Damn. I really liked my iPod. Suddenly, I heard his thundering footsteps head up the stairs. He was still mumbling to himself, now probably cursing me to oblivion. My heart was hammering in my chest now and I felt the goose bumps rise up on my arms when the footsteps stopped outside my door. I held my breath and waited. Maybe I'd get lucky and he'd be drunk enough to just pass out. A loud pounding rattled on my door. I hate my life.
"OPEN UP BITCH! I KNOW YOU'RE AWAKE!" I knew I had to get up now. If I didn't he'd probably break down the door. (Yeah he was drunk, but he was still pretty fuckin strong) Which he would then blame on me and force me to fix it. It was a lose/lose situation. I seem to have been getting in a lot of those lately.
He pounded on the door some more. "NOW BITCH!" I threw off the covers and made my way over to the door, bracing myself for…what? I don't even know. There was no way to prepare myself for what was going to happen; it was going to hurt just the same. So before he could get any more pissed off, (if that was even possible), I opened the door.
Author's Note: well hopefully that wasn't too awful.../:
Duncan: When the hell am i gonna show up?
Me: Just hold your horses mister! You'll meet your Sunshine in a bit, as along as i get a couple reviews ;)
Duncan: WELL THEY BETTER REVIEW!
Me: Or what?
Duncan: OR ELSE! thats what.
Me: Alrighty then. You heard the man! Oh and because i'm new, constructive criticism is good, but please no flames...im a delicate soul.
Duncan: *cough cough*...pussy...*cough cough*
Me: WATCH IT PUNK! Bye ;)
