Chapter 13
Uh-Oh the un-lucky #13! What does that mean???
Do you think she should tell Peter? tell me in reviews ASAP!
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She ran to the bed and flopped down on it, but not soon enough. "Don't try to pretend sleep, bitch!" Her dad muttered, obviously drunk. "I wasn't!" She growled. "Don't talk back to me!" Her dad said, staggering. Steven walked in. "We'd better get her back to the school." He said, motioning towards her. "And I think I better drive."
In the elevator her dad slapped her a few times, pushing her against the hand rails that sorrounded it, making her back explode with pain. He threw her in the back of the car and she didn't say a word, afraid to. Her dad climbed into the passenger seat and Steven got in the drivers place. "Listen, you tell anyone about anything, little miss priss, than I'll come to the school, take you out and kill you. And you know I'm not playing. Just remember that scar on your leg." Her dad said when they were 5 minutes away from the school.
***Flashback***
"Dad, guess what? I got a 100 on my test today! It was MATH!" 9-year-old Kristin yelled when she ran into the door, but was greeted by a punch in the face by her drunken dad. "Shut up, I have a damn headache!" He screamed. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to tell-" SLAP! " I don't give a damn what you were telling me. I'm telling you to shut up!" He yelled and punched her in the eye. "Yes-" "Damnit! What do I have to do to get you to shut the hell up???" He cried, grabbing her arm and pulling the weeping 4'8 girl to the kitchen. He picked her up and threw her on the counter, causing a jar to break and cut her hand. "Ow!" She howled, gasping in pain. Her dad grabbed a small, potato-peeling knife. Her eyes widened by the sight of it. "No, please!" She pleaded as her dad brought the knife down on her leg. "OOOWWWWWW!" She cried, and she started screaming in pain. Her slapped her as hard as he could. "That'll teach you to shut up!" He screamed, threw the bloody knife in the dish water and pulled the girl's pants off and went to get bandage. Her brother watched from pleasure from the kitchen entry. "Is the poor baby hurt?" He asked in a pitiful sing-song voice. She whimpered, scared he would come over. He dad stomped in and threw the bandage and antiseptic (Spelling?) down next to her. He stomped out again. "You do it!" He called from back, not aiming it towards anyone. Steven walked towards her. He slowly unwrapped the bandage and put some stuff on her wound. It wasn't big, but it hurt like hell. He then tightly wrapped it.
***End of flashback***
"Yes sir." She mumbled. She hated having flashbacks about her dad and Steven. The ones with Steven always made her feel dirty, and she blamed herself. She couldn't have her crushes...but her brother had HER.
They came to the school. Peter, Scott, and Sophie were all talking but Scott left, stomping away like he was very very mad. "Bye bitch." Were her dad's words to her. She got out of the car, wincing as her back rubbed the back of the car. She kept her head down as she walked towards the building where Peter and Sophie were. They stood up when she got there. "Hey, Kristin, how was it?" Peter asked. "Okay, I guess." She lied, struggling not to cry. She missed the worried look Peter shot Sophie. "Why don't you look up?" Peter asked softly, already knowing what was in store. "NO...that's okay. The ground is really interesting. Look at all the pretty bu-" "Kristin..." "I don't wanna look up, there's nothing to look up to!" She growled, getting angry, but still struggling not to cry. Peter put his hand softly on her chin and raised her face. He gasped and winced at the same time. Her eyes were both dark blackish-purplish and she had a cut across her forehead. "I-" "Come on, let's go to my office." "NO." She yelled, remembering Steven from that afternoon. "What-" "NONONONONO!" She yelled, covering her ears and screaming. SHe stopped and realized she was crying. She wanted to tell him so bad. "I'll come." She said softly and followed Peter. She sat in the chair she had been sitting in earlier and Peter sat in his regular seat. "What happened?" "None of your business." "Did you see Scott stomp off?" "Yeah, why?" "He was mad at me for letting you go. He thinks your dad hits you. Shelby thinks Steven does something. She hears your nightmares." "Whatchour point?" She asked. "Do they? Hurt you?" "Nah. I'm just a street fighter. A tough little-" She was interupted by the rolling of Peter's eyes and the bursting in of Auggie and Brandon, Auggie looking tired and Brandon laughing and shrieking with glee. "SOrry, Peter. Sophie asked me to watch me and that boy can RUN, cantcha, pal?" Auggie asked, gasping for air. "Yeah, Auggie!" He cried. "Hi, Peter!" He said, flopping his hand up and down. "Hey, Brandon." "What happened to Kristin?" Brandon asked as Auggie asked "What happened to you, kiddo?" "None of your business!" Kristin shot back. "Whoa..." Auggie muttered. "Auggie, can you please take Brandon, like, anywhere?" "Yeah, sure. C'mon pal, let's go climb a mountain!" "The rockies?" Auggie looked back at Peter as if to ask "Where the hell did he learn that?" and Peter shrugged. Brandon closed the door behind them.
"Back to this. So..." "Can I go?" Kristin begged, she was hungry as... "Wh-" "I'm hungry!" "You just had lunch!" "No, I didn't. He went to a bar, okay? Steven left somewhere after 30 minutes after my dad left then they came back. I watched Disney. I was practicing some dance moves- Aaron Carter video was on- and I bumped into a few things. Band is my thing, not dancing. Okay?" "Sure...go have some lunch. Tell Mrs. JoHanssen I said you could. IF she has a question call me." "Mrs. JoHanssen is..." "One of the ladies who serve food. If no one is there it's probably not locked." "Okay. THanks, Peter." She said, and she meant it for once.
Uh-Oh the un-lucky #13! What does that mean???
Do you think she should tell Peter? tell me in reviews ASAP!
____________________________________________________________________________ _________
She ran to the bed and flopped down on it, but not soon enough. "Don't try to pretend sleep, bitch!" Her dad muttered, obviously drunk. "I wasn't!" She growled. "Don't talk back to me!" Her dad said, staggering. Steven walked in. "We'd better get her back to the school." He said, motioning towards her. "And I think I better drive."
In the elevator her dad slapped her a few times, pushing her against the hand rails that sorrounded it, making her back explode with pain. He threw her in the back of the car and she didn't say a word, afraid to. Her dad climbed into the passenger seat and Steven got in the drivers place. "Listen, you tell anyone about anything, little miss priss, than I'll come to the school, take you out and kill you. And you know I'm not playing. Just remember that scar on your leg." Her dad said when they were 5 minutes away from the school.
***Flashback***
"Dad, guess what? I got a 100 on my test today! It was MATH!" 9-year-old Kristin yelled when she ran into the door, but was greeted by a punch in the face by her drunken dad. "Shut up, I have a damn headache!" He screamed. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to tell-" SLAP! " I don't give a damn what you were telling me. I'm telling you to shut up!" He yelled and punched her in the eye. "Yes-" "Damnit! What do I have to do to get you to shut the hell up???" He cried, grabbing her arm and pulling the weeping 4'8 girl to the kitchen. He picked her up and threw her on the counter, causing a jar to break and cut her hand. "Ow!" She howled, gasping in pain. Her dad grabbed a small, potato-peeling knife. Her eyes widened by the sight of it. "No, please!" She pleaded as her dad brought the knife down on her leg. "OOOWWWWWW!" She cried, and she started screaming in pain. Her slapped her as hard as he could. "That'll teach you to shut up!" He screamed, threw the bloody knife in the dish water and pulled the girl's pants off and went to get bandage. Her brother watched from pleasure from the kitchen entry. "Is the poor baby hurt?" He asked in a pitiful sing-song voice. She whimpered, scared he would come over. He dad stomped in and threw the bandage and antiseptic (Spelling?) down next to her. He stomped out again. "You do it!" He called from back, not aiming it towards anyone. Steven walked towards her. He slowly unwrapped the bandage and put some stuff on her wound. It wasn't big, but it hurt like hell. He then tightly wrapped it.
***End of flashback***
"Yes sir." She mumbled. She hated having flashbacks about her dad and Steven. The ones with Steven always made her feel dirty, and she blamed herself. She couldn't have her crushes...but her brother had HER.
They came to the school. Peter, Scott, and Sophie were all talking but Scott left, stomping away like he was very very mad. "Bye bitch." Were her dad's words to her. She got out of the car, wincing as her back rubbed the back of the car. She kept her head down as she walked towards the building where Peter and Sophie were. They stood up when she got there. "Hey, Kristin, how was it?" Peter asked. "Okay, I guess." She lied, struggling not to cry. She missed the worried look Peter shot Sophie. "Why don't you look up?" Peter asked softly, already knowing what was in store. "NO...that's okay. The ground is really interesting. Look at all the pretty bu-" "Kristin..." "I don't wanna look up, there's nothing to look up to!" She growled, getting angry, but still struggling not to cry. Peter put his hand softly on her chin and raised her face. He gasped and winced at the same time. Her eyes were both dark blackish-purplish and she had a cut across her forehead. "I-" "Come on, let's go to my office." "NO." She yelled, remembering Steven from that afternoon. "What-" "NONONONONO!" She yelled, covering her ears and screaming. SHe stopped and realized she was crying. She wanted to tell him so bad. "I'll come." She said softly and followed Peter. She sat in the chair she had been sitting in earlier and Peter sat in his regular seat. "What happened?" "None of your business." "Did you see Scott stomp off?" "Yeah, why?" "He was mad at me for letting you go. He thinks your dad hits you. Shelby thinks Steven does something. She hears your nightmares." "Whatchour point?" She asked. "Do they? Hurt you?" "Nah. I'm just a street fighter. A tough little-" She was interupted by the rolling of Peter's eyes and the bursting in of Auggie and Brandon, Auggie looking tired and Brandon laughing and shrieking with glee. "SOrry, Peter. Sophie asked me to watch me and that boy can RUN, cantcha, pal?" Auggie asked, gasping for air. "Yeah, Auggie!" He cried. "Hi, Peter!" He said, flopping his hand up and down. "Hey, Brandon." "What happened to Kristin?" Brandon asked as Auggie asked "What happened to you, kiddo?" "None of your business!" Kristin shot back. "Whoa..." Auggie muttered. "Auggie, can you please take Brandon, like, anywhere?" "Yeah, sure. C'mon pal, let's go climb a mountain!" "The rockies?" Auggie looked back at Peter as if to ask "Where the hell did he learn that?" and Peter shrugged. Brandon closed the door behind them.
"Back to this. So..." "Can I go?" Kristin begged, she was hungry as... "Wh-" "I'm hungry!" "You just had lunch!" "No, I didn't. He went to a bar, okay? Steven left somewhere after 30 minutes after my dad left then they came back. I watched Disney. I was practicing some dance moves- Aaron Carter video was on- and I bumped into a few things. Band is my thing, not dancing. Okay?" "Sure...go have some lunch. Tell Mrs. JoHanssen I said you could. IF she has a question call me." "Mrs. JoHanssen is..." "One of the ladies who serve food. If no one is there it's probably not locked." "Okay. THanks, Peter." She said, and she meant it for once.
