I hate you!" I scream at my father, bottom lip quivering. "God, I fucking hate you!"
He charges at me like an angry bull, grabbing my hair and slapping me in the face. This isn't uncommon, it happens every night. My father gets drunk, I get mad, we scream at eachother, he hits me a couple times, then I stomp up to my room and lock the door.
Tonight however, feels different. Tonight, I feel like I need a friend, and I know just who to go too.
I met Jay Adams when I was twelve. It isn't a romantic story really, he had 'accidently' run into me with his board and ever since then we had been attached at the hip and still were five years later. Jay was definitely my best friend out of all the guys. He understood me better then them.
I may or may not have a teensy tiny crush on him too. Well, more like a huge ass crush.
I climbed out my window and walked down the streets, avoiding alley's and staying under street lights as much as possible. This was the first night in awhile that I had snuck out and gone to Jay's ever since my father started hitting me. Jay didn't know about the abuse, he hasn't even met my father. Philaine is the closet thing I had to a mother, seeing as mine walked out six years ago.
But that's how I liked it, my mother had been no better then my father was now.
A/N so i'm going to end it there, its meant to be short. PLease review? I'll only update if people actually read this story aha.
