High school nightmare

Home SUCKS

Let's just start off with my mom is a liar. She wasn't home all night.

Now that's out of the way, it turns out Jock Alex lives across the street from me.

So, we said goodbye, I entered my cookie-cutter house and my brother stormed up to me.

"WHERE WERE YOU!?" He shouted. "Um... School?" I whimpered. Shit, I'm terrified. He grabbed my arm, and it could have left a bruise. His mouth reaked of alcohol, and his brown hair was scuffed up. "You know better. Get here on time or sleep outside." He scowled, hitting me to the ground.

I fell back onto the door, and he started beating me.

All I could do was cry as he kept kicking my stomach. I wept silently; if I showed I shed a tear he would only inflict more pain. His steel toed boots were only making things worse.

He ended it with a swift kick in the face, and walked off, leaving me to crawl to my room and cry.

I just layer there and sobbed. I swept the tears cascading from my face and let them rest on my sholder, closing the door and getting my violin out, playing Radioactive by instinct.

"CAN YOU STOP WITH YOUR SAMN MUSIC!? THERES A FOOTBALL GAME!" He yelled. I stopped, put it away, and looked at my phone.

Facebook:

Perfect Angel: I FOUND THE FREAK
Comments:
---------:  You're right, egg her house?
PA: Naah, my daddy has other ways.
--------: She's a freak, though! I mean, seriously, can she be any uglier?

Bella Vadessi's Reply: Not as ugly as you guys ;)

I turned my phone off and got some sleep.