I completely forgot I had this account, fml. I'm going to discontinue my old stories and write some new ones. -Allison
*Warning- this story mentions abuse, alcohol, sex, coarse language*
Chapter one - Aria's POV
Do you ever have that feeling that you can't get anything right?
I sat in my room studying for my science test. Chapter 5: Simple Machines. Simple, my ass. These equations were confusing as hell. I closed my book, defeated. I couldn't focus, anyway. My mind was on more important things.
As I was checking my twitter, I heard the door open and immediate yelling was heard.
"I don't give a fuck how loud I am!"
Ugh. My step-dad was home. Drunk, again.
"Shh, it's late, the kids are trying to sleep," I heard my mom say. I still don't know why she puts up with her deadbeat husband. Just leave him already.
"I'm not drunk," he slurred.
"Chris, yes you are. You're drunk off your ass."
"Shut the fuck up, you're giving me a headache."
I put on my headphones, and blasted my music. This happens almost every night.
Even with my music on full blast, I could still hear the steps creaking when Chris walked up them.
He slowly opened my door, and came inside. Of course, a bottle in his hand. I looked up at him, and back at my phone. This made him angry.
"Are you not going to say hello?"
"Hi," I said in a 'stop talking, you annoy the shit out me' tone.
He walked closer towards me. I knew what was going to happen next.
He threw his almost empty bottle on the floor, making the glass shatter and end up all over my floor.
"Don't you disrespect me, you bitch."
His arm swung and his hand smacked across my face. His hand kept coming down on my face, and other parts of my body.
I took the hits, waiting for it to be over. I tried to keep quiet the best I could. I learned that the more noise I made, the longer it lasted.
He finally finished, and walked away.
Before he left the room, he told me to clean up the mess on the floor. I sat still on my bed, waiting for him to leave before I started to clean.
I cried silently as I picked up the rigid glass from the whiskey bottle.
I threw away the glass, and then started to get ready for bed. I was so tired from today.
"You alright, Ar?"
I jumped, not expecting Ezra, my neighbor and best friend, to suddenly speak.
"Oh, uh, yeah," I stuttered out.
"You don't look alright."
"I am, I am," I said, not even convincing myself.
"Aria, you know you can tell me anything."
I had a feeling he knew what has just happened, due to my window being open, and he lives right next to me.
"I'll come over after school, okay? We can talk tomorrow."
"I'll be waiting," he said.
A/N: I'm sorry if this sucks, but let me know what you think!