I was actually gonna delete this story! But I usually go through the whole "this story totally sucks! Nobody likes it, yada yada yada...I'm going to delete it!" I go through that with all the stories I've written...sadly Johnny Moves In didn't make it though.
Oh well, next chappy for this one.

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I opened the door slowly and stepped inside dreading the thought if my father was home and drunk.

My mother was sitting in the lounge. She turned her head and looked at me.

I stared back at her.

She had no emotion to her face. I guess that's where I got my trait from, when nobody can tell what I'm feeling.

I stared straight back at her, also trying to appear as emotionless, but really inside I was hurting since she won't even say hi.

"Where the fuck have you been!!!"

My dad stormed in, pissed as ever (probably both meanings- mad and drunk).

I froze in fear. It wasn't like him to just acknowledge me like this. Usually I have to do something wrong.

He pushed my shoulder hard into the wall and yelled again, "It's 10 o'clock!! What if I had been sleeping!!" More like passed out. "You would have woken me up you little shit!"

He wasn't asleep so why was he so angry? Well, he'll find any excuse to kick my ass.

I guess he noticed I wasn't even really listening since he questioned it and slammed me into the wall again, "you're not even listening to me! Are you ignoring me! Do you think you're better than me!" His words were slurring so he must have been drunk off his face.

I liked it better when he was drunk, cause he didn't beat me up so badly, since his vision gets blurred and he can't aim properly with his punches.

But then again when he's drunk he finds more things I do annoying, so he beats me up. Geez, I just can't win.

I looked him in the eyes, "I'm not ignoring you."

"Yes you are!!" And he grabbed my collar, slammed me back into the wall again, then brought his other arm back, tightening his fist.

His face boiled with the same fury I saw almost every day.

I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the pain to collide my face.

"You never gave a fuck before if he came home late!"

I opened my eyes maybe even more scared than before.

Mum was standing up out of her chair.

Dad glared at me, but let me go. He stormed over to her and began yelling, "Shutup! The kid deserves everything he gets!"

I ran upstairs before he could corner me again for some dumb reason.

I went to bed straight away, closing my door.

Mum's never stood up for me before, well if she was standing up for me? Either way I felt a small little tiny bit of love from my mum. Since before she's never done anything like that. Maybe she does love me after all? Or I'm reading too much into it? Maybe she just had a headache or something and wanted dad to Shutup. Yeah, most likely. I'm sick of constantly searching for a love that's just not there.

I could still hear them arguing downstairs, but not clearly, since it was muffled by my walls.

Well, I guess I better go to sleep if I'm planning on going to school tomorrow. I didn't want to go, but most likely me or Ponyboy will regret what we did and will need to talk. Damn that emotion regret!

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Kay, I know it's EXTREAMELYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY short. Like dang sooooooo short!!!!! But, I'm lazy, and I'll write another chapter maybe tomorrow or the day after. Review!!!:D

Also, i know NOTHING about child abuse, or getting hit, and know nobody that gets hit (from what i know of anyway) so i just guessed this is whats happens.