1Chapter 3 Discussion
"What do you want she said."
"I need to talk to you."
"Come in."
I suddenly became very nervous. I looked at her beautiful body. She still looked really mad at me though.
"I wanted to talk to you, about why I threw my life away."
She sat there waiting. So I began, "My parents weren't the nicest people on the earth," she was about to say something but I held up a finger, for her to be quiet, I continued, "They used to beat me."
I looked up at her she still didn't seem to care.
"They wouldn't just give me a spanking or something, they would literally beat me. They would use what ever they could find, knives, spoons, forks, base-ball bats, they actually shot me ounce."
I looked at her again and she didn't seem so mad anymore, just confused.
"They never treated me right. They acted like I wasn't even there. My mom would make dinner just for herself and my Dad."
"I was starving. Literally." "I was all skin and bones, but than my friends started helping me. There parents always invited me over to their houses for dinner and stuff.
But the beating continued."
"The day I left to come here my Dad thought I wrecked his car.
See, the neighborhood that we lived in was full of gangs. They would go around destroying people's property, and anything they could get their hands on."
"They destroyed my dad's car.
The windshield was shattered, there was holes all over it.
So my dad thought that I did it."
"I was in my room and he started screaming at me to come downstairs. So of course I did, and when I got to the bottom of the stairs, he tackled me to the ground and started beating me. It was really bad." "When I was finally able to get away, I ran up to my room and locked the door."
"I passed out on top of the bed, and when I woke up Jasper was there so I left." I looked at her again hoping that she would understand. She looked at me and did the last thing I thought she was going to do, she hugged me.
"I'm so sorry." she said, "Sorry for your life and they way I treated you. I promise I'll try to be better okay."
"Okay," I said, "I'm just glad that you're not mad at me anymore." she started getting up,
"I'm going to go by Emmet do you want to come or do you want to go to your room?"
"I'll just go to my room. Thanks." I said. I got up to and went to my room. I'm glad that she understands now. It's been a long day, I wonder what time it is. I looked over to my clock which said it was ten-thirty. I sat down on my bed and turned on the t.v. I went through the channels, and picked a comedy movie. I fell asleep about half-way through.
I had a really weird dream. I dreamt that I was in an arctic storm, and earthquake. I was being chased by my dad who had an aluminum base-ball-bat. I tried to run but I wasn't able to move. I started screaming "NO! NO! HELP!" over and over again, when he was five feet away from me, he turned into a huge dark shadow with boiling red eyes. He laughed a deep evil laugh, and then jumped on top of me. "AHHHHH!" I screamed as I sat up in my bed.