What did I ever do?

Song for this Chapter: Time Changed Everything by Nyctalgia

He chuckled nervously. "Hey, uh Angela, can I say something before you slam the door on my face?" He asked as he pointed to my hand gripped on the door, ready to be slammed. What was up with him? I only saw him for fifteen minutes and its like he cares about me like I'm his best friend. I took a deep breath. "Make it quick. I'm already irritated enough." He nodded and sighed, lifting his head his brown eyes pooling into mine, burning with apology and regret. "I'm sorry, okay? It was stupid, wrong, unthinkable, and embarrassing. I should have helped you when the seagulls attacked your bag instead of being immature and laughing. I'm sorry." His pupils dilated and his lip quivered, turning into the most adorable puppy face that can make anyone be wrapped around any of his fingers, which are the size of a hot dog franks. "Alright, fine. I guess I over reacted, but it was pretty embarrassing. I'm sorry for storming off like that." I smiled weakly. He laughed, "I know how you feel. When I was in third grade, I sharted. My friend and I were at recess and just having fun sliding down the slides and minding our own business, then my old crush comes along and smiles at me. I slide down to say hi to her, and my friend Collin steps on my pants which were really loose that day, so I take off and when he steps on my pants, I'm stuck in the slide with a ginormous wedgie. She was laughing so hard and I was crying." He laughed at himself and farted as I giggled lightly with him, there was an awkward silence in our conversation. "So…" I laughed. "So, what school are you going to go to?" He asked. I completely forgot about school, it was summer, so thankfully, I had that taken care of. "La Push Quileute High School." I replied instantly. His eyes widened. "Really? Me too! Wait, Freshman, right?" I nodded. He laughed. "Awesome!" Another awkward silence. I broke it again. "Why don't you sit down and just talk, I have some time, but wait, I have to turn off the music." I ran inside the house and paused a song called Thunderhorse by Dethklok, and ran down the stairs again. The porch was empty and I looked around until Brady cleared his throat, sitting on the rocking chair waiting for me to sit down in another one. I smiled and sat down silently and waited for him to start the conversation.

We just started talking, and wow… he's amazing on the inside and out. Turns out that he's 14 like me, his full name was Brady Matthew Kindle and his birthday is on April 19. He told me that his parents weren't together, because his father passed away, and his mom is remarried to an idiot. So I knew his pain. He said he was an only child, but he said his mom is young enough to have another kid with the stepfather. "It would be nice to have a little brother, but I wish it was a different dad's kid. But enough talking about me, what about you? Do you have any siblings?" I sighed and nodded. "I have a brother named Josh. But he's in Juvi for doing pretty bad things, smoking pounds of crack, and he told me that he lost his virginity at our age." I shuddered. He said nothing, just looked very deep in thought. "My dad was an alcoholic and a drug user, and my mom stormed off with me and Poof! Here I am in La Push living at my grandma's house." He laughed. His laugh is amazing with a throaty twinge to it. Suddenly, my mom's car came back from work or a club, either would be okay. "Oh shoot! You got to go. Mom doesn't want visitors for me or for her, I don't know why." He shrugged. "Alright, hey, wait, can I have your phone number?" He asked as he pulled out his cell phone from his pocket. I gawked at him stupidly. This hottie, this big, beautiful, brown eyed angel wanted my phone number? Amazing… Without saying anything else, I blurted out my number, messing up a few times stuttering it. Mom was already walking up the driveway, not paying attention. "Alright, go, Brady!" I commanded. "I'll text you tonight." He murmured as he flung himself over the rail and ran into the forest. Literally seconds after he left, a howl came from the forest. Mom was already at the door, putting the key in the lock and going inside with a plastic bag in her hand, bottles clinking. Alcohol? It was once in a blue moon that my mom would drink… I followed her inside to the kitchen where she put the bags on the table. "Hi, mom." I said as she looked around the room, trying to find something. I caught a look at her features and was shocked. Her hair was a complete mess, a bright red disarray, there were purple shadows under her eyes, which were usually a beautiful deep hazel, were dull and dilated at that moment. She was drunk, and I knew it. "Hi, mom." I said louder, so she could hear me. She pulled out the bottles, vodka, rum, straight alcohol, and beer. She looked up at me, her eyes were flared in shock. "Why are you drinking, Mama? You never drink." I murmured softly. "Watch your attitude, young lady!" She shouts with venom. My eyebrow cocks. "I didn't say anything mom. You're a little drunk." I said calmly to her. That did it. She walked up to me and without any notice, her hand make contact with my cheek with a large amount of force and my face was looking the other way. I suddenly was on the floor, tears in my eyes, immediately pooling over. Next thing I knew, her high heeled shoe was stomped onto my stomach and chest multiple times, which caused me to yell out in pain. "Oh, shut up you little devil!" She screamed and she stomped onto my chest again. Another scream was about to ripple from my throat, when my hair was tangled in my mother's hand, dragging my along with it. I was pinned against the wall, her hand still gripped in my now tangled and patchy hair. I tried as much as I could to get out of her grip, but her fist made contact with my eye, making it sting. I cried softly as she threatened, "Now you listen close you ungrateful witch." She hissed, her face so close, I could taste the alcohol in her breath. "If you put one toe out of line, and act like a devil again, I will beat you until you're unconscious. Do you understand me, you stupid creature of a daughter?" She emphasized. I whimpered and nodded. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" She screamed. The blood under my skin spilled over. "YES!" I screamed in her face, slapping her hands out of my hair and sprinting to my room before she could do any more damage. I took the steps three at a time slamming the door and locking it. I ran into my closet gripping the clothes away. The lump in my throat getting larger as I fell on my ass, soon letting my emotions run wild, and the waterworks come freely. I lifted my legs up to my chest, curling my arms miserably around them like they were my lifeline. My face dug into my knees, sobbing uncontrollably, suddenly a huge roll of pain washed through my ribs and chest. I let go of my legs, soon clutching my chest, wanting the pain to go away. What did I ever do to mother? She beat me for no apparent reason. Suddenly my phone vibrated in my pocket. I quickly flipped it open to an unknown number.

Hey Angela, it's Brady. Are you okay?