A/N: Hey guys. New story. Hope you like it!
ASHLEY'S POV
"Ugh, how am I supposed to know what Newton's 3rd law of physics is?" I whispered quietly to myself in response to my frustrating physics homework. I was thinking out loud again. I do it a lot. And every now and then something embarrassing slips out. It's like a curse. I was born without a filter on my mouth, determining what should be said aloud or better kept private.
Just then my phone went off, alerting me I had received a text message. It read:
hey. u ok?
dad home yet?
It was from my sister, Kim. Kim had moved out when my mother, our mother, had passed away. That was about a year and a half ago. She lives in La Push now, where our family used to live before I was born.
She's lucky she doesn't live here anymore. Dad had started drinking again after mom died. Before, it was only a beer or two while we were eating dinner or as he watched the football game on TV. But lately it was getting worse.
Kim is really the only person who understands. She remembers how much he used to drink when we were growing up. Mom always tried to make excuses for him, but we knew. Kim and I remember how he used to get violent after he drank, and how mom tried to convince him to get help. And he did, eventually. But after mom's death, he went back to his old self. And to say the least, he is still as violent as ever, only mom isn't here to make excuses for him now. And she isn't here to take his abuse. It's me who has to now.
So I get up every day for school and try to hide the bruises. I don't want attention drawn to me. I don't want people to feel bad for me. Besides, it isn't any of their business.
I used to have a lot of friends. Now, I barely have any.
I pushed them away to the point where they all together stopped asking if I wanted to spend the night on the weekends or go shopping with them after school. I did it to protect them and because they never got why I always had to tell them no.
I texted Kim back telling her that yes, I was fine. And no, Dad wasn't home. Thank god.
I tried to focus again on the task at hand, my homework. But unfortunately, it was a lost cause now. Instead, I went to lie on my bed and turned my T.V. on. Then, Kim texted me back. It read:
good. cuz I'm outside the house.
pack your bags. I'm getting you out of here.
It's funny how those few words, "I'm getting you out of here," changed my entire life.
A/N: Please review. I want to know if this story is worth continuing. Also, I would love to hear any suggestions on how to improve my writing or if you have any ideas for the plot. It isn't that planned out yet, so I'm open to almost anything. Thanks.