Heyy guys! Guess what?! I have fucking word again I'm so happy I can update my stories for all your awesome people! I do not own degrassi or any of the characters just a fluffy stuffed animal, but I do own Drew's dad since I came up with him ^.^
Bent or Broken
Drew's P.O.V
Dear Journal, I fucking hate the god damn weekend. Especially the holidays when we have no school. Why you may ask? Well every weekend and part of the holidays Adam and I are forced to go to our dad's house, if you can tell we hate it so much. Richard, our dad, in my opinion is a horrible dad, I don't really even consider him a dad at all. Unless hurting your kids is a wonderful dad then he's doing a wonderful job! Most kids think I live the best life ever but really I don't but of course they don't see that because their all dumbasses. Only my two closest, Eli and Adam, actually know about the situation with my dad and about how my family is struggling with money. Also that Adam and I only get hand - me - down clothing. I know Adam lives through the nightmare with me but he still is my best friend. Well my dad should be hear soon I should go bye journal. P.S. ugh I hate calling Richard my dad. Sincerely, Drew
I glanced over at the duffle bag just sitting there on my blue and black bed packed with clothes for the weekend. Quickly I place my journal into the bag when noises caught my attention coming from our neighbor's house, Bianca's house to be exact. I peered out the window to see a red faced, grungy looking man screaming and pointing a finger at her as she just stands clenching her hands. I couldn't really hear what they were fighting about, but I did notice she started talking back and wiping at her eyes trying not to cry. That's when I saw something I wish I hadn't make me ball my own hands in to fist, it was odd why I had cared so much. He had slapped her, it must've been pretty hard to because even though her window was closed I heard the smacking sound, and he's obviously pissed at what she said. Another time she was smacked, then again, and again. Four times he, assuming that was her father, had hit her. My eye twitched slightly as I saw her just break down right then and there as her dad slammed her door when he left.
Being a fucking idiotic retard, I didn't notice she had opened her window and didn't duck down. Busted. She was beginning to climb out the window after throwing her bag out when we locked eyes for a few seconds. Then she just gracefully dropped down grabbing her bag and running away from her house. She ran pretty fast if I might add.
Quick honk of a horn brought me back to earth instead of my little mind. I groaned swinging my duffle bag onto my shoulder and making my way down the stairs, Adam in tow. Mom was already at the door smiling.
"Bye Drew, Bye Adam. Be careful I don't want to see anymore bruises when you come back, so stop fighting people while you're there." My mom sighed kissing our foreheads.
As we walked out the door I grumbled, only if she really knew where we got the bruises from. We practically come home every Sunday night covered in bruises, but to cover up the truth we always tell our mom we got into fights while we are in Lumberton, Canada (1).
We all piled into dad's truck and waved bye to mom as we drove off until we were out of sight. I had took the front seat and Adam took the backseat so he could lay down and sleep.
"How long until we get to the next place? I need to pee," Adam grumbles, two hours into the drive.
"Adam quit talking, you're distracting me from the road! We're almost there god damn it."
"Chill out dad he was just asking a fucking question for Christ sake!" I snap rudely.
Suddenly the car jerks into a rough stop in the parking lot at Buc-ee's. My pupils turned into big saucers over the surprised, harsh stop. Slowly they went back to regular size as I breathe in and out slowly.
"Andrew Michael Torres don't not speak to me that way! I don't give a rat's ass that he was just asking a question, he shouldn't be distracting me! Adam go to the restroom now and go quick or I'm leaving you here! You got ten minutes!" My dad's voice booms in the car.
Adam quickly dashed out the car muttering "thank you asshole," over and over again while holding his pants up. An awkward, tense silence fell over the car as Dad and I just sat there, me fidgeting my fingers, him still as a rock, stone cold face to match his posture. My deep breathing was heard throughout the silence, the agonizing silence.
"I expect an apology for your stupid comment young man."
"I don't own you no fucking apology, I was just defending my brother that you were being a dipshit to," I mutter.
"Apologize right now Andrew!"
"It's fucking Drew thank you very, not Andrew! God will you quite being such an asshole and actually be nice to your fucking children? We hate coming over to your house because your so god damn rude, we both hate you!" Adam was back in the car in time to hear the last part.
I was shocked to see my father just continue driving instead of hurting me, I glanced at Adam who was just sitting there quiet as a mouse, fingers fidgeting. My feet shook uncontrollably as we drove in an uncomfortable silence.
3 hours later
Finally, we were out of that car and into our dad's house, which wasn't really better. Least we have space between us now right? No more sitting in an uncomfortable, tense silence. Adam and I both placed our things down in the guest bedroom and started heading back down stairs when our dad stopped us.
"Adam, Andrew go put something more decent on for dinner, my girlfriend will be coming over."
"Fine, it's Drew by the way." I grumble walking back up the stairs with Adam behind me.
We made into the guest bedroom and started digging through our bags, once Adam had his clothes he headed in to the restroom to change while I changed in the bedroom. I slipped on a white V-neck, tan khaki's and white vans. I put gel in my hair and gelled it into my usual hair do. Adam stepped out the restroom in baggy blue jeans, white t-shirt, red plaid button up unbuttoned and a pair of red converse. Once we got down stairs our dad scanned our outfits and scarfed.
"Really Drew? Khaki's? Go put on some nice jeans. Adam change into different pants, those are way too baggy and those raggedy shoe's need to go there horrible!"
"I think this outfit looks nice, so no I am not changing out of my khaki's. Adam's outfit is perfectly fine as well and his damn converse are not raggedy. So quite being so god damn rude." I snap.
"Listen here kid, another fucking annoying comment that comes out your mouth will be the last words. You hear me?"
"What'd you say Richard? I'm sorry I got bored listening to your boring ass," Adam just stood there awkwardly watching dad and I giving each other death stares.
"You will call me your dad, if you don't I will whip your fuck-," the sound of the doorbell went off cutting my dad off mid-sentence.
That was the end of the arguing because dad had walked away to answer the door. A familiar sweet voice was heard in the dining room, Adam and I gave each other curious looks. When we got into the dining room our eyes widen. There in person was the women our dad cheated on our mom with, Paige Michalchuk. My eyes then landed on a small girl about five with blonde hair like Paige's hair and brown eyes like Adam and I's that we had got from our father.
"Paige? Out of all people you choose the women you fucked while still being married to mom, to date and have a child with?!" Adam's face turned red in anger.
"Adam Lee Torres! Watch what you're saying around my fiancée and little Susan!" my dad snaps towards Adam rudely.
"Um, I'm sorry, should I leave?" Paige butt's in looking between all of us.
"No, no sorry about. This is my son Adam, and Andrew." My dad say's, trying to calm down.
"We've met before, do to the fact that I found her in mom's bed while mom was gone on a business trip and it's Drew not Andrew." I sneer looking at Paige from head to toe.
"Alright that's enough! Let's just go eat, dinner is done." Dad muttered clenching his fist as we took out seats at the table.
Dinner's over, Paige is gone
Punch, kick, punch, kick. Blood flows out my nose heavenly as my dad continues beating me into a bloody pulp. A kick to the stomach and my punishment is over.
"That's what you fucking get for being an ass in front of Paige!" sneered my father.
Before passing out from so much blood loss I struggle these words out, "I fucking hate you."
Falling into unconsciousness was amazing, I loved the feeling of it. Everything flickers from black, to Adam leaning above asking if I were okay. It's as if I were to be on cloud nine. Cloud nine is fucking amazing.
Bianca's P.O.V
I've been walking around for hours, trying to clear my head. I've been thinking about what if Drew saw my dad hit me? It doesn't matter anyways. Jenna told everyone my secret so why do I give a fuck? Honestly I don't even fucking know. As I continue to walk around I notice that I stop in front of Clare's door step, where I always go after my dad hurts me.
The door if opened by a tired looking Clare in her pajamas at eight o' clock.
"Geez B, what happen to your face?"
"You know what fucking happen Clare, my dad like always." I grumble walking into her house and tossing my bag onto her couch.
"You need to really tell someone about this Bianca. You can't keep staying here almost every single day. One of these days you're going to get your dad so angry for sneaking out that you might not be on earth anymore the next day."
"Well sometimes I wish I were fucking dead Clare okay? It would be nice not having to go through all the pain I do."
"B, you always say that. Don't think that way okay? But seriously my mom said you can't stay over anymore, she's tired of me staying home because you're always here." Clare's sighs looking at my cheek.
"Well sorry that I have a horrible fucking life Clare, I'm so fucking sorry for interfering with your perfect life god damn it! My bad for having an abusive parent, your mom is the only fucking one that will let me stay at your house! Everybody else's parent's think I'm such a bad influence! Geez Clare I don't have a fairy tale life and a perfect boyfriend like you okay?! I didn't choose to have an abusive father and an alcoholic mother who killed herself in a car crash on purpose! I wish I had your life you have so easy and you have everything! A mom and dad, a boyfriend, good grades, everything and I envy you and the girls for that! I hate myself for having this lifestyle okay?! I'm sick and tired of being the victim towards everything. I get physically and mentally abused at home and school! You know how about I never come here again? Fuck you, goodbye." I pick up my bag and run out the house.
Before exiting the house Clare had said, "I don't have a perfect life either you know, you inconsiderate bitch!"
Tears ran down my face as I walk around in the cold night. I had nowhere to go, none of my friend's mom's like me so I'm screwed. I didn't want to face my father yet either, I was too scared. The wrath of my dad wouldn't be pretty at all, so I just decided to wait until after school tomorrow for my punishment. Nothing I haven't already received before you know? I stumbled across the park, and noticed a park bench. I guess this will have to do for tonight, I may be cold as fuck but at least it's far away from home. I took a seat on the bench tears still ran down my face as I stare at the white powdery substance in a tiny pile on my hand. I bring the cut in half coffee straw to the little pile, centering my nostril at the other hole on top and just snort all the white powder into my nose. Breathing in between my tiny snorts, making sure to get every last bit of it. Now time to wait for it to kick in and feel amazing.
I take out my diary and begin writing.
I am high as fuck right now, and it feels so god damn amazing. Every time that powder gets into my system I want to squeal with joy because it feels as if all my problem go away. But in reality there still there I just don't acknowledge them while being on cloud nine. This is my only escape from the cruel, cruel world you call earth, I think of it as a living hell or a living nightmare that I can't wake up from. Well diary I should get some sleep on this beautiful bench (excuse me for the oddness, I'm high) time to sleep away the pain and hurtfulness I'm feeling. Goodnight. Love, Bianca.
A/N: Guys! I'm feeling really good about this chapter and this is an extra, long chapter for all you wonderful people out there ^.^ well because I felt really bad about not being able to update for a very long time. Also I'm thinking about discontinuing Life Unexpected.