Two of a Kind Love
Chapter One
*Ally's POV*
It's now been another morning I've been awakened by my drunken father yelling into my face and smacking me to get out of bed. It really hurt whenever he hurt me like this. My life was not the best. My father abused me any chance he got. He'd done this ever since I was twelve years old, the age I was when everything in my life turned into hell. The year where I no longer was that happy little girl I was every single day of my life. The year my self confidence dropped by a ton. To start it all out, he started by drinking a lot more. I mean, I saw his point. Work was stressing him out, bills weren't always getting paid. He had the right to drink a few beers. Then the drinking got worse. He then starting cussing at my mother and hurting her. He never hurt her, just like he never hurt me either. Then he went off and cheated on my mom with some slut from the nearby strip club he secretly went to every night after work. My mom, being the good, strong lady she was, divorced my father as soon as she had found out, still when I was twelve. She knew my father was getting worse about his drinking problem and how he acted different, so I went to live with her. Life was still bad, but also it was getting a little better. Then about four weeks went by and the worst day of my life ever happened. My mother died. I hate saying those three words. She died due to a drunk driver crashing into her. The drunk driver happened to be one of my father's former good friends so even I wasn't stupid enough to figure out that my dumb ass father planned my mother's death out. I hated my father. I don't care if he is the reason I'm on this planet or what, I hate him. I loved my mother more than anything and he just had to kill her. Why? He is just sick. Once she was pronounced dead, I was forced to live with my drunken ass father. The police knew nothing about his drinking problem, or the fact he practically is the one to kill my mother. Once I had to live with him again, I started to get beat downs, everyday. They never stopped. The days my dad had his slut over they weren't as bad as normal considering the fact he'd stop while he'd go and bang that slut. Of course the fact being she's a slut, their little relationship didn't last long and she left my father. He got so furious the beatings got ten times worse. Ever since then, this has been my life. Oh, not to mention the fact I really don't have friends either, except this one guy Dez. He's been my friend since I was in kindergarten. Me, Dez, and this other girl Trish were all best friends until Trish bailed on me in sixth grade when all this shit happened. She told a bunch of people in my school shit so now they all hate me and make fun of me. Luckily Dez stayed by my side, like a best friend should. Trish then turned all popular and is always judging the way I am with all her little popular friends. She sickens me. My father sickens me. My own life sickens me. Well, I better start getting ready, I don't really want another morning beat down now.
*Austin's POV*
Packing sucks. Luckily, I didn't have many things to pack considering I don't have much. Oh wait, take that back, I have to pack pretty much everything in this house or else I get a bad punishing. No, it's not like a 'Oh hey, you're grounded for a week!' punishing either, I wish. It's more like a 'I'm going to throw you up against a wall and constantly kick you and hit you and throw shit at you' punishment. My life is hell. I get abused constantly by my father for no reason at all. I honestly don't do anything to deserve it. Everything he tells me to do gets done but then yet I still get the beat downs anyways. This whole abuse thing is why were moving. The neighbors started getting suspicious from all my screaming and crying and shit that my father said we have to move farther away so he doesn't get the cops called on or whatever. In a way, I'm glad we're moving. Everyone here is mean to me anyways. I get treated like shit anywhere I go. School, home, the rare occasions I go out to the mall or something. I never tell anyone my story though, I don't trust anybody in my life. Not even my mother. She doesn't do anything to help me, she just sits around and smokes and drinks and tells me how much of a waste of life I am and I need to go die. She's a lot like my father but she actually doesn't physically hurt me, which I am glad she doesn't. Anyways, the reason why they do all this to me, well I find it a complete teenage mistake, but whatever. About three years ago, so when I was fourteen, I had this girlfriend. I thought I loved her blah and blah, we dated for like four months. Around our third month of dating, we did what most teenagers do around this time in their relationship, had sex. Neither one of us had protection, as in I did not have a condom and she was not on birth control, and I got her knocked up. Her parents told my parents and oh my, my parents did not handle this well, especially my father. That's when I started getting beat and everything, all because I was fourteen years old and had sex and got this girl pregnant. It was a simple honest mistake. I knew I shouldn't have done what I did though, I was too young and knew if something happened it wouldn't be very good with my parents. I never have really had a great relationship with them anyways, considering the fact I was an 'accident' and wasn't supposed to be born. Anyways, I figured it just would have been yelling, not actual abuse. But I was wrong. Look at my life now. Complete shit. That girl ended up having a miscarriage a few weeks later and then broke up with me and told all her friends a bunch of bullshit about me, which then turned the whole school against me, which is then where I got bullied by a bunch of stupid guys. I'm hoping that school life for me will be better at this new school in Miami, but I still am not sure. All I want is one friend, one true friend that I can tell anything too, no matter how bad it is, and that they'll never leave. I'm hoping I can find that friend there, but who knows. Well better finish, don't want to get more abused than what I will be getting.
So, I'm writing another story guys! I will still be doing my other one, The Two That Were Meant To Be, but I won't update on it for a little. Anyways, I hope you guys like this story so far, I just really wanted to write another story like this so, please review & tell me what you guys all think! Thanks everyone! (: