"So what happened to you lad?" said the gentleman sitting next to me on the bus. He was obviously talking about the back eye and busted lip that I had gotten earlier that night.
"It was just like any other day. I went to school, got lectured about my grades, even though they were passing my teachers just somehow how felt that I wasn't performing to my highest potential. The entire time that they were talking I was thinking of her. Just the way that she felt in my hands it was like we were to pieces to a puzzle and we were a perfect match, her skin felt like undisturbed water under my finger tips. Even at work, when I really should be paying attention, all I can think about is her and how her laughter cheers me up and makes me smile. How even the slightest word from her lips can turn one of the worst days ever into the best day of my life. Her name was Roxy, and she had been there for me whenever I needed her. She was there for me when my best friend moved away and so ended up replacing him. Roxy was there even when I lost my mother. She is the reason I'm still the person I am today. Because my dad took the loss of my mother hard and he really just gave up after mom died. He started drinking more and he blamed me for mom's death. When things would get really out of control with him it would get physical and truth be told that's when I need her the most. After most of the fights I would just hold her in my arms and that would help me just forget about life and all the bad things that happen at home. The only thing is that I've never told dad about Roxy, and I never will, out of fear that he might bring her into this and harm her. To continue it was just another day, I came home late like I usually do. dad's car wasn't home so I knew that he probably wasn't going to be home for a while and that he would probably be drunk when he did get home so I went to my room like I usually did. Bang! The slamming of a car door woke me from my slumber. Waking up the last thing I remember was falling asleep with her in my arms. Then reality started to set in she was here with me and my lush for a father was just now getting home. We bolted up out of the bed and I started motioning her towards the closet. My bedroom door slammed open with a powerful force just as I had closed my closet door hiding her from my father. Pretty soon our bantering back and forth began and the entire time I was praying that it wouldn't turn in to a fight, but some of the words he was yell at me were hitting me hard and that was just fueling the growing flames of rage that were building up inside me. The last thing I remember him say was that I was worthless and then my fist connected with his mouth after that everything turned white with rage. When I came to and calmed down my dad was on the floor unconscious and she was there with me but she was hurt. We needed to get away from this place and fast so I grabbed my mom's old guitar case and filled it with my clothes and what little valuables I had and I left never looking back to see if my father was ok. And that's how I ended up here on this bus with Roxy." As I said this to the gentleman sitting next to me on the bus I opened the guitar case to reveal the neck of a guitar that was broken where it should be connected to the body.