NOTE: So this chapter is going to be in Melissa's POV. Warning: there is some bad language in this chapter with a little bit of verbal/physical abuse. I'm sorry it's been a while since my last upload. I hope everyone had a great Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanza or whatever you celebrate.
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Chapter 3
I woke up perfectly on time for work. I had just started working part time as a cashier at the local grocery store a couple months ago for some extra money. As I was getting ready, my thoughts slipped to Dean. Why would someone like him want to be seen with someone like me? Even the whole town knew I was freak, but he didn't seem to care. He could be so popular if he just stopped talking to me. Why do I even care? I asked myself as I slipped on my black converse. He's probably just using me to get good grades anyways. No, he can't be- I mean he talked to me before all that. I tried to reason with myself but after a while I just gave up. Dean Winchester what have you done to me? I have never been this way before. I can't like anyone. I don't deserve to. I tried to rid Dean of my thoughts as I put my long chocolate brown hair into a ponytail. I looked in the mirror quickly, and walked out of my room.
I headed into the kitchen to cook breakfast before my dad woke up, because if I didn't then things would get bad. I realized that things have been okay between my dad and I for a while, we haven't had any "incidents" as he liked to call them. Maybe he realized how bad he really was, or maybe it was the fact that I had done everything that was expected of me, I thought as I scrambled the eggs. I checked the time realizing that he should be getting up any second now. As if reading my mind his voice echoed through the house.
"Down here dad!" I called out placing the eggs, bacon, and toast on his plate. I had learned very quickly that he was to be served first, before myself. It would save a lot of trouble that way. He came downstairs dressed in his work clothes.
"Good morning" my smile faltered, as he glanced at me in disgust.
"You look like shit." He stated before beginning to eat.
I sighed there wasn't much I could say to that because they all ended the same; with me bruised. He just kept eating. Breakfast was silent apart from the sound of silverware chiming against the plates. "I'm done" he said, handing me his plate. "Hurry up and clean, the house is a mess." I sighed as he exited the house. For once I just wanted him to tell me he loved me, but that just wasn't going to happen. Things weren't always like this, my father used to be so full of love but once my sister died he just changed. I quickly did the dishes and cleaned the house to get my mind off my once happy family. I took one last glance at the house and headed to work. I arrived with five minutes to spare. I put on my apron and started work.
It was now 3:30 and I had to meet Dean at the library in 30 minutes. I clocked out and headed home for a shower. When I arrived home, my dads' car was in the driveway. Great I thought sarcastically. I padded upstairs in hopes to sneak in unnoticed. I decided to skip the shower. So I changed shirts and grabbed my backpack, I sprayed some perfume and softly closed my door, I tip toed down the stairs when I felt a hand grab my arm. "Going somewhere sweetheart?" my dad asked, spinning me around to face him.
"To the library" my response made him tighten his grip on my upper arm.
"I took off early to spend time with you" He said with possessiveness lacing his voice. I tried to wiggle free from his grip, but he slammed me into the wall, holding my arms above my head.
"You ungrateful little bitch!" I turned my head to the side. "After everything I've done for you?!" he roared, making me flinch in response. He enraged me, I didn't think before I spoke back to him. "Everything you've done for me?" I asked bitterly now looking him in the eyes "You have done nothing for me" I stated, but before I could finish, he brought his hand back I was welcomed with the all to familiar feeling of my cheek stinging with pain. I was tired of being treated like this. I have never talked back to him, so why did I? "I see we forgot who's in charge." He stated venomously. "Looks like we'll just have to learn again, huh?" Fear filled my very being. I was scared, terrified more like it. My fear turned to rage as I looked him in the eyes once more. "I'm not your punching bag anymore" and with that he flew across the room and slammed into the bookshelf. What the hell? I thought. How did that happen? I knew I could do things, but this has never happened before. I never hurt anyone before. I snapped out of my daze as he grunted in pain and began to stand up, with fury and rage in his eyes. I grabbed my bag and quickly ran out the door.
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