You and Me
A/N: Aloha. Welcome to my first fanfic, about my favorite lesbian couple, Brittana. I hope you enjoy it, and if you did, then please leave a review. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, duh.
"You're useless," I felt my own father's spit land on my face. I shut down my eyes and wiped it away with the hand that wasn't held by my father. I felt tears stream down my cheeks.
"Stop," I sobbed, but knew it wasn't any help. He had done this for God knows how long. I felt a steel hard fist land on my face, and I heard the crunch from my nose. I felt blood stream down from my nose to my lips, and I cried even more.
"You should've never have called me that," he said, and gave me a disgusted grimace. He kicked me in the stomach, let go of me and walked out of the room, laughing, as of nothing happened.
I held my face (which now had bruises and blood all over) and cried. The only thing I could do.
I snapped awake. Sweat had stuck on to my forehead and my back. I breathed in and out, and calmed myself down. I wiped away the sweat with my blanket, and shot a glance at the alarm clock. 6:03 it read, in big, red and bold letters. It was only an hour till I had to wake up. I decided to take a shower, since I was sweating like a pig.
I gingerly stood up, and I felt the cool surface of the floor on my feet. I shuffled to the bathroom, and went inside and locked it. I stripped down from my tank top, shorts and underwear and went inside the shower. The water streamed down from my head to my cut up and bruised body. I winced as I looked at them, and looked away. The bruises from that time that I stayed with him. I reached for the bottle of shampoo, squirted a small amount of it and scrubbed my hair with it.
I didn't have conditioner. Or we didn't have conditioner, and with we I mean my sky-high mother and I.
My mother started using drugs when my abusive, alcoholic father left us. She said it had "broken" her, and that I should feel sorry for her. The thought of it made me grit my teeth, and I shook away the thought. I scrubbed my body with cheap soap, and after the 5-minute shower, I dried myself with my only towel. After that, I walked back to my room, without making any noise.
I opened my wardrobe, which actually just consisted of black, white and navy colored clothing. It wasn't really anything special, just some tank tops, tees with prints on it, lace and mesh tops and shorts.
I put on a navy tank top on, and put on a baggier, black tank top upon it. It had distress holes and a side pocket on it. I put on some black cut-offs, and that was it.
I brushed my rather tangled hair, with a small comb. It dries up really fast, for some unknown reason, so it will dry up to probably 10 minutes or more.
I lay down on my bed, suddenly feeling exhausted from all the work last night. I worked at a small café at the corner of the street, called "Java Zone". I didn't get such big amount, but it wasn't so small either. I either saved it up, or paid for the bills with it, because my lazy-ass, sky-high, bitch mother didn't want to get her ass from that stupid chair and get a job.
I looked around my room. It wasn't too big, but not too small either. It had a window, with a fire escape, so I can sit out there and gather my thoughts, or sing out to no one.
On the left corner, which was only some inches from my window, I got my bed, which actually are just 3 mattresses laying on top of each other. I got it from some guy with a truck that I winked on. I flirted a bit with him when I noticed the mattresses inside, so I flashed him a sexy smirk and turned on the charm. And so I got the 3 mattresses.
I also got my guitar, which I had since I was 10. Beside it, stood a small nightstand with a little lamp on it.
On the right corner, beside the nightstand, was where the wardrobe was.
On the opposite wall, I had put up some posters about my favorite artists/singers which I stole from my best friend, Puck.
Puck was my best friend ever since I came here. Ever since the first conversation we had, we immediately became best bro's. I used most of my time at his house, where his mother knew about my condition and didn't bother about it at all. She is so nice. Wish I had a mother like that.
That was basically my bedroom.
I glanced at the clock. 6: 55. I stood up from my bed and walked down the stairs, as a wheezing noise called out for me.
"Ah, there you are, you little tramp." My mother greeted.
"Hello, Maribel," I said, opening the fridge and taking out a carton of orange juice, chugging it down. After drinking out of the carton, I added: "Oh, look. 7 o'clock. Is this your new record, Maribel? High at 7 o'clock in the morning?" I yelled, a bit too loud, my voice filled with rage.
She scowled. "Get the hell out of here."
"My pleasure. You can fill this dump with trash- oh, you're here. Right." I shot back at her, and she glared at me.
But what was coming next, was nothing I had expected.
A bottle was rushing up towards my head, in the air, doing a flip. I ducked, but the bottle hit the wall and I felt a shard go down my top.
A stinging pain came up my neck.
I felt tears well up in my eyes. I stared at her, and she stared back. My lips trembled.
"Get. The. Fuck. Out." She said, and shot me a murderous glare. I took on my black Chuck Taylor's, which were a size small, and pretty worn out. I took my backpack which was lying on the floor, scooped it up, took my board and my leather jacket with me and went out the door.
I took on my jacket and bag, and rolled down the streets with my board, until I reached Puck's place.
I knocked on the door. Puck opened it up and looked like he has a hangover.
"Puck," I cried out. My tears fell down from my eyes, and Puck widened his eyes. He widened out his arms, and I hugged him.
"…Are you okay? Does it hurt?" Puck mumbled. I looked up at him with blurring eyes.
"It doesn't hurt that much," I said, shrugging it off. I looked down at my feet.
We were sitting at the corner of his bed. After his mother found out what happened, she immediately took some bandages, wipes and some ointment.
After taking care of the wound, I went up to Puck's room, waiting for him to get ready.
"I'm sorry that this happened…" He said, and stroked my back. I sniffed in response. "You can stay with me for the day if you want."
"Thanks, but I can deal with her." I said, wiping away my tears with the wipes. "Get ready. We're going to be late."
I stood up and made my way to the bathroom. I washed my face with lukewarm water and dried it afterwards. I didn't want people to know I was crying. After drying my face, I put on some eyeliner and mascara.
I looked at myself in the mirror. Leave her, was what my mind was telling me. But I didn't want to. Even though she did all those hatred things…
I still love her.
She was my mom. I still remember when I was young, we'd go to the park and she'd push me when I was on the swings. And then that day at the amusement park. I remember not wanting to go on the Ferris wheel, because I was too scared, but she encouraged me.
That woman, years ago, was no longer my mother. She had become someone else.
Because of one cruel man.
I sighed and walked out of the bathroom.
"Ready to go?" Puck asked, looking at me with worried eyes.
"Ready," I mumbled.
Puck and I rolled down the streets with our boards, side by side. It was refreshing to feel the cold air breeze into my face and through my hair, after all those 8-houred shifts I have been working.
"Are you sure you're fine?" Puck said, worry clear in his voice. I rolled my eyes, and looked at him, and adjusted my foot a little so I would hold my balance.
"Puck, I am fine. No need to worry about it." I said, and turned my attention to the road. Puck just sighed and we finally came in front of the school.
I took up my board and stuffed it inside my bag. As I walked into the hallway, people were giving me disgusted and disapproving looks. I shrugged it off and didn't let it bother me.
"I gotta go, see you later, br- sis." Puck said, and patted me in the back farewell. I smiled at him and I walked down to my locker.
The bell rang a bit too soon.
As I heard it, I knew I was going to be so fucked if I didn't hurry. I sprinted down the hallways, and as I did, I bumped into something, or rather someone.
"Oof," The stun escaped from my mouth. I looked at my surroundings, only to find out that it was a girl I ran into.
"Sorry," I mumbled, and picked up her books.
"It's okay, I'm such a clutz," She said, rather sheepishly. She helped pick up her books too.
As we reached for the same book, our eyes met.
Her eyes were so blue. Like, I never saw so… beautiful eyes before. It was a, somehow, shade darker than the sky. It was beautiful.
"I-I…" I began stuttering. My eyes began examining her face, and she was pretty. Beautiful. Gorgeous.
She had somewhat honey blonde hair, only that it was a bit lighter shade than honey. It fell down to her rib cage, and it shined.
I blushed. Graaah, she's so pretty.
"Are you okay?" I asked, and handed over her books.
"Uh, yeah, I'm fine." She smiled.
"Cool…" I smiled back. "Um, I will be late for class, I gotta go. See y- Uh, see you in class, maybe." I said, and headed for my locker.
Well, that was it. :P
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