KC's POV

I went into my room after I was made to go back to my dad's house. I wish the new sheriff could just disobey his boss. He believes me.

I looked under my bed and didn't see my ukulele. My eyes widened. I marched out of my room.

"Where's my ukulele?!" I shouted, angrily.

I saw my dad was sitting outside in front of a homemade campfire, drinking a beer.

I went outside and looked at him, not hiding how mad I was.

"You really want to yell at—"

"Where is it?!" I screamed at him.

"It makes good kindling," he said with a smirk.

I looked towards the fire.

No One's POV

KC screamed out angrily, going into a rage.

"You're a jerk!" She screamed. "You don't deserve friends! You don't deserve happiness!"

She shoved the rest of his beer off of the table it was on.

He stood up angrily and slammed the beer in his hand on the table, surprisingly not breaking it.

"You better watch your next words more carefully, or you might just meet an early grave, you little bitch."

"And you'll go to Hell!" She screamed at him, not missing a beat.

She shoved him and he fell on top of the fire. He got up as quickly as he could. He pulled his shirt off, threw it on the ground and stomped out the fire on it. He smacked her in the face so hard it made her fall.

KC's POV

I felt really bad pain in my jaw. I looked up and saw my dad standing above me.

"I'm going to hell?" He questioned me in a mocking tone. I don't remember saying that. "You're the one who tried to kill yourself."

I looked over and saw his 12-pack broken on the ground. Then I remembered what he said when I came outside.

"Jaxon gave me that for my birthday," I informed him. He grabbed his drink and started walking back to his seat. I stood up. "You're a heartless heathen." He stopped. "And you're gonna die alone!"

He launched the beer bottle at me. It hit the wall a foot away from me. He started walking towards me. I turned and ran into the house. He grabbed me from behind by my arm. He shoved me against the wall.

"So are you," he told me.

"Daddy, please," I begged him.

He smiled.

He threw me to the ground.

"After I'm done with you, you won't get out of bed for a week," he said smiling.

I backed away from him. He came towards me. I kicked at him, kicking him in the leg. He fell. I got up and ran into the bathroom and locked the door. I sat up against the wall. A few seconds later, he started banging on the door. I covered my ears and squeezed my eyes shut. After a while, he stopped. I felt pain where he grabbed my arm. There was a bad bruise. I stayed there until I knew he had left for work the next day.

When I finally left, I walked outside. I dug through what was left after the fire. I stopped when I felt a wire. I looked at it. It was a string from my ukulele.

Jaxon's POV

I walked out of the house with the trash. I took it to the dumpster and started walking back to the house. I saw my girlfriend sitting at the end of our roof, holding her knees to chest. She looked like she'd been crying. I climbed up the side of the house and sat next to her.

"He destroyed it," she said. "The ukulele."

"Because you went with me?"

"Maybe," she answered. "Or maybe just because he hates me."

I saw a bruise on her arm.

"Did he do that?"

She looked at it.

"I don't know," she said. "He didn't grab it that hard. I keep getting bruises for some reason."

"Has he ever taken you to a doctor?" I asked. She shook her head. "You could have anemia. I had it a couple of years ago, remember? Same thing happened."

"Well, he doesn't care," she said.

"I know," I replied. "My mom has iron gels. You could take some and see if it helps."

"Okay," she agreed.

Suddenly, we got hit by water balloons. KC screamed, but laughed right after. We looked to the ground and saw Luke and Zay with buckets filled with water balloons. I jumped down from the roof and helped KC down. The two 9 year olds started throwing balloons at us again. We ran away.