Title: The Young and the Hopeless
Genre: Romance/ Humor/Drama
Rating: PG 13
Disclaimer: I don't own shit! I own Nay/Naomi. That's it. The rest of the peeps are owned by, themselves or the WWE or something.
Summary: Screw summaries, just read and make up your own damn summary ;-)
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"Nay wake up," My older sister, Desaray, ordered, shaking me back to earth. I slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes while doing so. "Holy Shit," I exclaimed, looking over at my alarm clock, "Why didn't you wake me sooner?!" "Sorry, damn, what am I? Your freaking alarm clock?" I sighed as I stood up to go to the bathroom. "Oh well, whatever." "It's only seven anyways." "Yeah, but I have to get up in the morning, if you don't remember, I do have a life." "Oh, and I don't?" "Who cares, damn, just drop it." She rolled her eyes and walked out as I did my duties in the bathroom.
"Naomi! Come here!" I heard my dad shout for me from the living room. I ran from my room to the living room to answer him. "Yeah dad?" "What the hell is this?" I took a little yellow piece of paper from his hand and read it. "This thing," I said, trying to avoid telling him I had been suspended for three days from my school. He snatched it back out of my hand and read it over and over again for the next five minutes. "Why the fuck were you fighting in the class room for? It says here you made her bleed!" I took the paper out of his hand and read it again. "HE grabbed my ass. I mean, behind." "Watch your mouth." "Sorry," I muttered under my breath. "So you beat the crap out of him for touching your behind?" "No, He grabbed it. Flat out squeezed it, so I turned around and popped him in the nose." "What did he do?" "He grabbed my ass!" "No, I mean after you hit him. Don't make me tell you again to watch your mouth." I sighed and handed him the paper before sitting down next to him on the couch. "He covered his nose, and then looked at his blood filled hands and then looked at me all mean. I did a little taunt telling him to do something, and he pushed me.really hard into the wall, and then tried to get me cornered, but I ran at him and tackled him to the ground and started hitting him over and over again in the face. Mr. Bennet tried to get me off of him, but I elbowed him in the face, not knowing it was him. I started screaming at Mike, the boy that grabbed my yeah.and kept hitting him. I scratched up his face I guess, but Mr.B. finally got me off of him. And threw me to the ground and then helped Mike up. A few of my friends helped me up, I was crying. I don't know why but who cares." My dad stared at me in either astonishment or anger. I couldn't tell. After he finally snapped out of it, he scowled at me. "What is your problem? Hitting him once is fine, but jumping on top of him and causing a scene, that's not fine." "I'm sorry," I said, not really meaning it. My dad shrugged and folded the paper up. "I told you about fighting, haven't I?" "Sure." "No, I have. You need to cut this out, or else." "Or else you'll look like a bad dad, right? Right dad? That's all that matters, is if you look like you're a good dad, I understand. I'll just let everybody grab my ASS and then I'll go off and suck their dick when they tell me to. I just won't defend myself, period. I might get a bit carried away and you'll look bad. Well how is this gonna look, huh dad? How is this fucking gonna look!" I had started to shout, and I got up and ran to the front door. I flung it open and ran out into the early night. The lamp post at the end of the driveway had barely came on when I ran past it. I turned around and my dad was right behind me. I screamed as he grabbed the back of my shirt and covered my mouth so the neighbors wouldn't hear. As he drug me closer to the house, I started kicking my feet and fell. He picked me up by my hair and I continued kicking. I screamed for him to let me go, and he grabbed the collar of my shirt and got in my face. "You know what? Fuck you! You want to talk to me like I'm some kind of stupid ass?! Like I'm your little bitch? Well Fuck you! You can get the fuck out of my house, get the fuck out tonight. If you aren't out by the time I get up in the morning, you're ass is going to jail!" I was already crying, but by this time I couldn't even see. He loosened his grip on my shirt and turned to walk inside. I collapsed on the grass in our front yard and cried.
After I calmed down, I sat up and wiped my eyes. I stood up and walked to the house. When I went inside, I tried not to make a noise, and went straight to my bedroom. I locked the door behind me and went to go sit on my bed, but it wasn't there. It was, but it was all messed up. The mattress had been sliced in four different places so that springs were sticking out. The pillows were busted open, feathers were everywhere. I fell to my knees and cried some more. After only a mere two minutes, I stood up and stopped crying all at once. I walked over to my dresser and pulled out a thick black permanent marker. I walked over to a corner of my room and started writing, nice and big, lyrics to one of my favorite songs.
"Hey dad, look at me, think back and talk to me did I grow up according to plan? Do you think I'm wasting my time, doing things I wanna do? Because it hurts when you disapprove all the time . And now I try hard to make it I just want to make you proud, I'm never gonna be good enough for you. I can't pretend that I'm alright and you can't change me. Cuz we lost it all, nothing lasts forever, I'm sorry I can't be perfect. Now it's just too late and we can't go back I'm sorry I can't be perfect. I try not to think About the pain I feel inside Did you know you used to be my hero? All the days you spend with me Now seem so far away And it feels like you don't care anymore And now I try hard to make it I just want to make you proud I'm never gonna be good enough for you I can't stand another fight And nothing's alright Nothing's gonna change the things that you said Nothing's gonna make this right again Please don't turn your back I can't believe it's hard Just to talk to you 'Cuz you don't understand. Cuz we lost it all, nothing lasts forever I'm sorry I can't be perfect, and its just too late and we can't go back, I'm sorry I can't be perfect."
I felt a tear roll down my right cheek as I let the still opened marker fall the the ground. I slowly backed away and examined my now written on walls, making sure what I wrote was legible. I turned towards my bed and looked at the nightstand, untouched, to the right of it. The phone was in the same place that it was before, and I walked over and picked it up. I ran my fingers gently over the numbers before pushing the talk button and dialing Jeff's number. Strangely enough, Angelica answered, laughing at somebody. "Hello?" She said, still laughing a bit. I cleared my throat before answering, "Hi, Angelica?" "Nay?! What's wrong? Why are you crying?" "I.I had a fight with my dad." "Dude, are you alright?" "Yeah, he kicked me out, I have until morning to get the hell out.I was wondering if you could come pick me up in about an hour or so? I still have some packing to do." "Sure, do you need any help packing?" "No, I think I've got it, but can you be here in an hour?" "Yeah, but are you sure that's enough time?" "I'm going to hurry." "Don't forget anything. I'll let you go so you can pack, shall I call before I leave?" "That would be great, thanks!" "No problem. Talk to you in an hour." With that we both hung up. I sighed and grabbed a few bags from the closet, and started filling them with my necessities I'd be needing.
Genre: Romance/ Humor/Drama
Rating: PG 13
Disclaimer: I don't own shit! I own Nay/Naomi. That's it. The rest of the peeps are owned by, themselves or the WWE or something.
Summary: Screw summaries, just read and make up your own damn summary ;-)
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"Nay wake up," My older sister, Desaray, ordered, shaking me back to earth. I slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes while doing so. "Holy Shit," I exclaimed, looking over at my alarm clock, "Why didn't you wake me sooner?!" "Sorry, damn, what am I? Your freaking alarm clock?" I sighed as I stood up to go to the bathroom. "Oh well, whatever." "It's only seven anyways." "Yeah, but I have to get up in the morning, if you don't remember, I do have a life." "Oh, and I don't?" "Who cares, damn, just drop it." She rolled her eyes and walked out as I did my duties in the bathroom.
"Naomi! Come here!" I heard my dad shout for me from the living room. I ran from my room to the living room to answer him. "Yeah dad?" "What the hell is this?" I took a little yellow piece of paper from his hand and read it. "This thing," I said, trying to avoid telling him I had been suspended for three days from my school. He snatched it back out of my hand and read it over and over again for the next five minutes. "Why the fuck were you fighting in the class room for? It says here you made her bleed!" I took the paper out of his hand and read it again. "HE grabbed my ass. I mean, behind." "Watch your mouth." "Sorry," I muttered under my breath. "So you beat the crap out of him for touching your behind?" "No, He grabbed it. Flat out squeezed it, so I turned around and popped him in the nose." "What did he do?" "He grabbed my ass!" "No, I mean after you hit him. Don't make me tell you again to watch your mouth." I sighed and handed him the paper before sitting down next to him on the couch. "He covered his nose, and then looked at his blood filled hands and then looked at me all mean. I did a little taunt telling him to do something, and he pushed me.really hard into the wall, and then tried to get me cornered, but I ran at him and tackled him to the ground and started hitting him over and over again in the face. Mr. Bennet tried to get me off of him, but I elbowed him in the face, not knowing it was him. I started screaming at Mike, the boy that grabbed my yeah.and kept hitting him. I scratched up his face I guess, but Mr.B. finally got me off of him. And threw me to the ground and then helped Mike up. A few of my friends helped me up, I was crying. I don't know why but who cares." My dad stared at me in either astonishment or anger. I couldn't tell. After he finally snapped out of it, he scowled at me. "What is your problem? Hitting him once is fine, but jumping on top of him and causing a scene, that's not fine." "I'm sorry," I said, not really meaning it. My dad shrugged and folded the paper up. "I told you about fighting, haven't I?" "Sure." "No, I have. You need to cut this out, or else." "Or else you'll look like a bad dad, right? Right dad? That's all that matters, is if you look like you're a good dad, I understand. I'll just let everybody grab my ASS and then I'll go off and suck their dick when they tell me to. I just won't defend myself, period. I might get a bit carried away and you'll look bad. Well how is this gonna look, huh dad? How is this fucking gonna look!" I had started to shout, and I got up and ran to the front door. I flung it open and ran out into the early night. The lamp post at the end of the driveway had barely came on when I ran past it. I turned around and my dad was right behind me. I screamed as he grabbed the back of my shirt and covered my mouth so the neighbors wouldn't hear. As he drug me closer to the house, I started kicking my feet and fell. He picked me up by my hair and I continued kicking. I screamed for him to let me go, and he grabbed the collar of my shirt and got in my face. "You know what? Fuck you! You want to talk to me like I'm some kind of stupid ass?! Like I'm your little bitch? Well Fuck you! You can get the fuck out of my house, get the fuck out tonight. If you aren't out by the time I get up in the morning, you're ass is going to jail!" I was already crying, but by this time I couldn't even see. He loosened his grip on my shirt and turned to walk inside. I collapsed on the grass in our front yard and cried.
After I calmed down, I sat up and wiped my eyes. I stood up and walked to the house. When I went inside, I tried not to make a noise, and went straight to my bedroom. I locked the door behind me and went to go sit on my bed, but it wasn't there. It was, but it was all messed up. The mattress had been sliced in four different places so that springs were sticking out. The pillows were busted open, feathers were everywhere. I fell to my knees and cried some more. After only a mere two minutes, I stood up and stopped crying all at once. I walked over to my dresser and pulled out a thick black permanent marker. I walked over to a corner of my room and started writing, nice and big, lyrics to one of my favorite songs.
"Hey dad, look at me, think back and talk to me did I grow up according to plan? Do you think I'm wasting my time, doing things I wanna do? Because it hurts when you disapprove all the time . And now I try hard to make it I just want to make you proud, I'm never gonna be good enough for you. I can't pretend that I'm alright and you can't change me. Cuz we lost it all, nothing lasts forever, I'm sorry I can't be perfect. Now it's just too late and we can't go back I'm sorry I can't be perfect. I try not to think About the pain I feel inside Did you know you used to be my hero? All the days you spend with me Now seem so far away And it feels like you don't care anymore And now I try hard to make it I just want to make you proud I'm never gonna be good enough for you I can't stand another fight And nothing's alright Nothing's gonna change the things that you said Nothing's gonna make this right again Please don't turn your back I can't believe it's hard Just to talk to you 'Cuz you don't understand. Cuz we lost it all, nothing lasts forever I'm sorry I can't be perfect, and its just too late and we can't go back, I'm sorry I can't be perfect."
I felt a tear roll down my right cheek as I let the still opened marker fall the the ground. I slowly backed away and examined my now written on walls, making sure what I wrote was legible. I turned towards my bed and looked at the nightstand, untouched, to the right of it. The phone was in the same place that it was before, and I walked over and picked it up. I ran my fingers gently over the numbers before pushing the talk button and dialing Jeff's number. Strangely enough, Angelica answered, laughing at somebody. "Hello?" She said, still laughing a bit. I cleared my throat before answering, "Hi, Angelica?" "Nay?! What's wrong? Why are you crying?" "I.I had a fight with my dad." "Dude, are you alright?" "Yeah, he kicked me out, I have until morning to get the hell out.I was wondering if you could come pick me up in about an hour or so? I still have some packing to do." "Sure, do you need any help packing?" "No, I think I've got it, but can you be here in an hour?" "Yeah, but are you sure that's enough time?" "I'm going to hurry." "Don't forget anything. I'll let you go so you can pack, shall I call before I leave?" "That would be great, thanks!" "No problem. Talk to you in an hour." With that we both hung up. I sighed and grabbed a few bags from the closet, and started filling them with my necessities I'd be needing.
