Getting Used To It: Part 2
When Trish got home she took her cell phone out of her purse and dialed Stacy's number.
"Hello?" Stacy asked.
"Hey, Stace. What's up?"
"Nothing. You?"
"Nothing, I got a ton of homework." Trish said as she dropped her backpack at the bottom of the stairs.
"How's Boston so far?"
"It sucks, I hate it here. I just wanna go home." Trish said as she walked out of her house, and down the sidewalk.
"It can't be that bad." Stacy said rolling her eyes.
Just as Trish was about to say something she heard somebody yell to her.
"Um… Stace, I gotta go."
"Okay, bye."
"Bye." Trish said hanging up her phone.
When she turned around she saw John and Randy walking behind her.
Trish groaned and turned to face them. "What the fuck do you want now?"
"Nothin, we're just walkin around." John said smiling.
"Well, I'm really happy for you, but I don't care. Now leave me the fuck alone." Trish said as she began to walk away again.
"Where are you going?" Randy called to her.
"None of your damn business." Trish called back.
"You're right, Randy. She seems really happy." John said as him and Randy laughed.
"I know," Randy started. "Oh shit, we have to go meet Candice, Adam, Dawn, and Torrie at the park." Randy said as he looked from his watch to John.
"Okay but, does Candice have to come?"
"Hey, don't complain to me, your girlfriend is the one who invited her." Randy said grabbing John's arm and dragging him in the direction of the nearby park.
"I hate Dawn." John mumbled.
As Trish was walking she was getting more and more frustrated, she had been in Boston for two days, and she was already lost. She let out a very frustrated sigh and began to walk back home when she heard somebody call her name.
"Trish!"
Trish smiled and turned around to see Stephanie and some other people across the street at the park.
As she walked across the street she couldn't help but think, Am I really that blind? How did I miss that? When she reached them she smiled, "Hey." She said waving.
"Trish, this is Ashley, Matt, Dave, and Lilian," Stephanie said pointing to each person one at a time. "Guys, this is, Trish."
"Nice to meet you." Trish said.
"You too." They answered back in unison.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the princess and her loyal subjects." Candice Michelle said as she approached the group of friends with Dawn and Torrie right behind her.
"Candice, don't you have to go get some more plastic surgery done? Maybe this time it'll actually fix your face, if that's even possible. I doubt anything will help fix that ugly thing." Stephanie said pointing at Candice.
"Whatever, I don't have to take this." Candice said.
"Yeah, she doesn't have to take this," Dawn repeated. She was about to continue when they heard their names being called.
"Dawn, Candice, Torrie." When they turned around they noticed John, Randy, and Adam making their way towards them.
Stephanie, Lilian, Ashley, and Trish all rolled their eyes when John kissed Dawn, Randy kissed Torrie, and Adam kissed Candice. Just then John and Randy noticed Trish talking to Lilian.
"So, this is where you were in such a hurry to get to, that you couldn't talk to us." John said interrupting Trish and Lilian.
"It's not that I couldn't talk to you, it's that I wouldn't talk to you." Trish said smiling.
"Don't talk that way to our boyfriends." Dawn defended.
"Wow John, I never knew you needed a girl to stick up for you."
"Shut up, you stupid slut." Randy cut in.
"Everyone just stop it!" Torrie yelled. "I'm tired of you guys always fighting, my fucking god, you're all like fucking two year olds." Torrie said walking away.
John, Randy, Adam, Dawn, and Candice all followed her.
"Wow, I didn't expect Torrie Wilson to say anything, she usually just stands there and doesn't say a thing." Ashley said surprised.
"Yeah, I know." Dave said putting his arm around Lilian.
Just then Trish's cell phone rang, she checked the number and saw that it was her dad. "Um… guys, I have to go." Trish said suddenly.
"Okay, we'll see you in school tomorrow. Bye." Stephanie said hugging her.
"Bye." Trish said walking away.
Trish's House
When Trish got home she could tell she was in trouble. She walked into the living room and saw her dad sitting on the couch. "Yeah, dad?"
"Where were you! I got home and you weren't here, I was worried sick about you," He started. "I know you didn't want to move here, but you need to stop the attitude, and leaving the house without my permission, I'm your fucking father, I have a right to know where you are!" He yelled.
He was drunk and Trish knew it. He started drinking when Trish's mom had left him, two years ago. At first it wasn't that bad, he would have a few beers a night. But soon after that his drinking had gotten worse. He would always drink, he would have ten a night, sometimes more. And when he got drunk, he was mean.
"Why would you care now! You never cared before!" Trish yelled back.
He grabbed herneck with both of his hands and squeezed, not hard enough to choke her, but hard enough to hurt her and leave a bruise. "Don't you dare talk to me like that." He warned.
"Let me go!" Trish yelled, trying to pull out of his grasp, when she finally succeeded he grabbed both of her arms and sueezed them as tight as he possibly could. But everytime she tried to pull away, he would squeeze her arm tighter. "Let me go, now. This is abuse you asshole."
Trish's dad had had enough. He lifted his hand and smacked her across the face as hard as he could, letting her fall to the floor. "Get out of my sight, you piece of trash." He said kicking her.
Trish quickly got up and started to walk up the stairs. As she was walking she spotted her little sister sitting on the stairs, and Trish knew she had been watching. "Aubrey? Why aren't you in bed?" Trish asked kneeling in front of her.
"I heard yelling." She said quietly.
"Come on, I'll put you to bed." Trish said taking her hand and leading her up the stairs and into her room.
Once Aubrey was in her bed and covered up, Trish turned off her light and began to walk out. But stopped when she heard Aubrey say her name. "Trish?"
Trish stopped and turned around so that she was facing Aubrey. "Yeah?"
"Why is daddy always hitting you?"
"He doesn't mean it. But don't worry about it, go to sleep," Trish said quietly. "Good night."
"Good night." Aubrey repeated.
Once Trish was out of Aubrey's room she went into the bathroom. When she got out she was wearing a white tanktop, and purple pajama pants. When she walked into her room she closed the door and got sat on her bed.
She opened the drawer to the nightstand and took out a picture of her mom. Trish hadn't seen her mom since she left. Then she heard a knock at her door, she quickly shoved the picture in the drawer again and closed it, and then she quickly covered up. She sighed, "Come in." She said. She thought it would be her dad, but instead it was her brother.
"Hey." He said walking in and closing the door behind him.
"Hi."
"I heard yelling, he did it again, didn't he?" Kyle asked sitting on her bed next to her.
Trish sighed and threw the covers off of her, revealing the dark visible bruises on her arms, and turned her face to him, which showed the bruise on her face and neck.
"We have to do something about him, Trish. We can't keep letting him do that to you."
"No, because then people will know he's a drunk, and that can't happen. He'll stop sooner or later, hopefully."
A/N: Hey everybody, sorry for the wait, but I've been focused on my other stories. But here's the second chapter, I hope you like it.