The Difference Between A House And A Home
By: Bailee
AN: I wrote this in like ten minutes. Things at home aren't very fun for me. I will try and update this story. It really isnt based on a book or show. Just my own thoughts.
Chapter One: Intro
The girl walked into the house feeling like she always has, worthless. She was nothing compared to her family and friends, what little friends she had in the first place. She wasn't ugly nor beautiful, right in the middle. Her name was Casey.
When Casey was 9 months old her father died. He had gotten drunk on the day of the super bowl and got into a car with someone intoxicated. Long story short, he passed away that day. From there on her life seemed to crumple within its path. Her mother soon became depressed and resorted in drugs, crystal meth to be specific. They moved a lot when she was young. Never living in the same place for too long.
Now, living with her grandparents because her mother got sent away to prison for twenty years, she felt even more out of place. Casey was short with brown hair. She also had blue eyes that gleamed with yellow and brown. Most thought she was a happy girl, good grades, and good friends. What could be wrong with that? The thing was, they didn't follow her home. They didn't see what her family did to her. Her grandmother beat her. Telling her she was nothing. Casey believed her to, for what else could she be?
Chapter Two: God get today over with
"See you tomorrow Casey". Smiled her boyfriend Jordan.
"Yeah, see you tomorrow" forcing a smile hoping it would come off genuine.
Casey walked to her grandfather's car to get picked up from school. She cringe at the thought of going home.
"Why did you take so long? Who was the boy? You don't need to be talking to people, we don't have all damn day." He yelled.
"I'm…I'm sorry. It won't happen again I swear"
"It better not" his smile wickened. "You'll just have to take what you get when you get home. We have a surprise for you".
Cringing she thought of all the things that might happen that night. Why couldn't she just have one night, where she didn't have to worry about all of this.