Chapter One: The Heat of the Moment
I've had this idea for awhile and I've just never gotten around to making it but here it is. I haven't seen any fanfiction's with this plot so I decided to be the first. Your comments with decide whether or not I continue this story! Now enjoy
This morning I awoke to an empty apartment, not unusual really. My mom's never around anyways, even when she is home so it doesn't really matter that she physically isn't here. The clock on the nightstand at my bedside reads 6:45 and I meet Riley at her apartment around 7:00 so I've got to get dressed. I forcefully yank open my dresser drawers and dig through the mess of clothing. Eventually I settle on grey skinny jeans ripped up the knees, my black boots, a white T-Shirt with a skull and pink roses, with a denim jacket pulled over it that has studded shoulders.
Deciding I'm much to lazy I simply let it fall down in natural curls and open my bedroom window and pull myself out, heading up the metal stairwell and climb in through Riley's open window. She stand in front of a full view mirror examining every little detail of her outfit, not noticing that I arrived.
"What up?" I ask, grinning as Riley shrieks and spins around to face me. Her hand rests at her chest and she heaves deep breath and smiles back at me.
"Maya don't do that. You scared me to death!" Riley responds, dusting off her black and pink floral dress. Her brown hair hangs loose and flowing and she smiles a genuine smile. The kind of smile I fake more often than most, Riley is the only person who can make me smile for real. I get up and follow Riley into the kitchen which is directly connected to the living room where Mrs. Matthews stands at the stove flipping pancakes.
"Good morning mom!" Riley chirps, taking her usual seat on the bench at the table. Mrs. Matthews turns around to see Riley and me. Her long brown hair falls to her upper back. She is dressed in a black suit for work since Mrs. Matthews works at a law firm.
"Good morning to you too, and hello Maya. Pancakes?"
"I'm not hungry Mrs. Matthews."
"Still not a questions, sit," she orders, placing three pancakes per plate and handing one to Riley then me and sets the rest at the seats at the table for Auggie, Riley's little brother, and Mr. Matthews. It's a little odd, not gonna lie, having your history teacher as the father of your best friend because while other kids don't have to see him until the next day, I see him everyday. Not that I mind, Mr. Matthews is the closet thing I have to a father figure even if he thinks I'm just a trouble maker. Riley's so lucky and she doesn't even know it, I'd give anything to have my father around, even if he wasn't with my mom. I'd love to be able to see him every once in a while or have a mother who pay attention to me like Riley.
After finishing eating our pancakes I remind Riley that we need to get moving so we don't miss the train. She grabs her backpack, hauling it over her shoulders, and follows me out the door. We spend the whole train ride discussing Riley's crush on Texas boy Lucas, where I explain to her the easy go about ways of dating and flirting. When we arrive at John Quincy Adams Middle School she makes a beeline for her locker and I follow without as much enthusiasm. She shoves her backpack inside and unloads her homework, and closing her binder right after.
"Maya, did you do the homework?" she asks, as per usual.
"No," I reply. Riley doesn't know all about my mom not being around and what actually happens behind closed doors and I intend to keep it that way. Yeah my mom's gone most of the time but she still comes home every now and again...
We reach Mr. Matthews classroom and take our seats in the front. I only sit up her because Riley does and she's my best friend after all so I can give up sitting in the back. The bell rings and as I expected, Mr. Matthews asks us to pass out homework to the front of the classroom. I hand him Farkle's paper along with whoever else's who sit behind me. Mr. Matthews doesn't say anything about me not turning my homework in, especially since I told him how my mom isn't around to help me with it.
Mr. Matthews discusses some kind of misunderstanding that happened way back when. I don't know, I usually tune him out anyways so it's nothing new. Today's Friday and Riley asked her parents if I could spend the night, that's how our weekends usually go, Riley hasn't been to my place because of my mother, I don't want Riley to know, not ever. My mom's much worse than Riley could ever imagine, not like she ignores me—which she does also—most nights she comes home and when she's angry, she takes it out on me. My arms are like a herding spot for dark purple bruises which is why I always wear something over my shirt. She only bruises me in places that I can easily hide, never my face.
She calls me horrible things and tells me how worthless I am, that I'm stupid and that's why my dad left, how she wishes she would've aborted me when she had the chance. It's been like this since I was old enough to walk and talk and I learned how to hide it really well, it helps that I'm a really good liar otherwise Riley would surely know.
The rest of the day passed rather quickly and before I knew it the final bell rang and my heart pounded as I have to return home to pack my things. I try to convince Riley to go to her apartment and I'll meet her there but she's not going for it. When we reach the door I tell her to wait outside for me and enter, the overwhelming scent of cigarette smoke contaminating the air. I cough as the smoke fills my lungs and my eyes are burning as water falls from them but I get in my room, only to find my mother Katy waiting for me. In between her fingers she holds a cigarette with the tip red as smoke billows upwards, she climbs off my bed and steps forward.
"You're the dumbest child in the fucking world, worthless bitch. The principal of your school called to 'inform me'," she uses air quote around the word while still holding the cigarette firmly between them. "That you're failing three classes!"
"Mom, Riley's outside" I whisper in response closing my bedroom door to try and block out the sounds of what I know is coming next.
"Why the hell is she here! Huh? I told you never to bring her here, you really are a fucking idiot," she growls, raising her knee, and slamming it into my stomach. I clutch my stomach and fall over in pain and she kicks me over and over again. I bite my tongue to keep from crying out when she stops she leans over and digs the burning cigarette into my arm and I hissed quietly, trying not to alert Riley of what's going on.
"Riley Matthews is the type of people a bastard like you shouldn't hang out with, you'll ruin her. Now, not a word or else," with that she turns and walk out of my room and I pull myself up on my feet, wincing from the new bruises that will appear soon. I look down and see a small puddle of blood from my nose, which must've been bleeding during that. I quickly pack my things and go to the bathroom attached to my room to clean myself up. A knock on the door sounds and I whip my head around and look at my door, knowing Riley knocked.
My heart jumps in my throat in fear of what my mother will do. I hear the door open and Riley's.
"Ms. Hart, is Maya ready?"
"No, she is her room packing. Come on in, you can wait for her on the couch."
Right now mom sounds like a loving parent would but it's all a facade that she uses to hide her abusive nature, she's probably the reason my father walked out on me. I wish I could walk out on her too but I can't, I don't have a place to go and Mr. Matthews doesn't even want me to be friends with Riley as much as he acts like he doesn't care. The only reason he won't say so is because if he does it'll hurt his relationship with his daughter Riley. I shake my head and look over myself one more time and when satisfied, nod and grab my backpack.
"Got my stuff, we can go," I say, grabbing Riley's arm and dragging her from the house.
"Maya, what took you so long, I got worried," she says. "Why's your mom home, doesn't she usually work?"
We enter the Matthews Apartment and I respond rather vaguely to keep her out of the loop. "She had to go to the dentists today so they let her take the day off."
Mr. Matthews steps into the kitchen looking slightly guilty and Riley steps forward to asks what's wrong but from the look on his face it's about me.
"I'm sorry but Maya can't spend the night, your grandmother is coming and we don't know when she'll be here and it's a family thing," he says, trying to keep Riley from getting angry. My hands tremble at my side, my mom's going to be able to beat me all weekend? S-she'll probably end up killing me if I stay there alone with her.
"What! So just because Grandma Rhiannon cancels her trip to begin with and I make other plan then she changes her mind Maya can't stay? Dad that isn't fair."
He looks upset. Not as upset and scared as I'm feeling. "Riley, life isn't fair, I'm sorry but Maya can't stay the night."
"You don't even remember what it's like to be a kid! You'd be mad if you couldn't see Uncle Shawn, but no, my feelings don't matter!"
"Riley," he says, pleading and warns.
I follow Riley towards her room and am stunned when I hear what she says next.
"I hate you!"
She slams the door and locks it while I set my bag down on the ground and look around her room at all the nice things she has. How she could ever say that to her father who clearly loves her is beyond me. Even though I don't want to go home I don't have a choice, Mr. Matthews made his decision. I'm not wanted here just like I'm not wanted at home. At home I'm just a human punching bag.
"I wish my parents weren't around to tell me what to do..." Riley grumbles under her breath.
"You don't mean that."
"Yes I do" she hastily replies, looking over at me.
"You know that saying 'be careful what you wish for'? I think that applies here."
"Maya aren't you mad that he basically lied to you?" she asks, sitting down on the seat by the window where I was.
I shake my head and look over at her. "I've told much worse lies, I'll see you soon..."
If I survive the night. I reluctantly grab my bag and flee through the window, and instead of going back home I head to an alley and crawl underneath the building through a hole I found which leads into a basement with a twin sized bed with a pillow and blanket. This is where I go to get away from my mom when she's being abusive, which is a lot. I curl into the ice cold bed and close my eyes, trying to forget the troubles of my daily life.
This is just the first chapter and things are going to get much crazier, I already have a cool idea for what's coming next so bare with me here. This is my first Girl Meets World fanfiction so I hope you liked it and that I depicted the character close to how they are in the show. Leave me comments if you want me to continue the story! Also, it may take me a little longer to update this story as I'm currently working on another but there will be more this month, it won't take that long, well, if you guys want a second chapter that is.