With everything going on in Sarameas life, she struggles to keep going. But what happens after she forced to pair up with her bully Aiden in order to help him graduate.
"You brought out the best in me."
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Tuesday, August 11th - 5:38am
I barely slept last night. Thanks to my dads loud music and his midnight scandals.
I wish his business trip was extended for one more week.
School. My dad. Aiden.
It's hard to pretend everything is going fly to my mom. I just don't want to upset my mom, she's already stressed enough.
I stand up and make my way downstairs.
Of course he made a mess.
I look over then mess and notice broken glass. I forgot to hide the glass dishes I got over summer.
He breaks anything and everything he sees.
There goes my babysitting money.
After I'm done cleaning I walk back up stairs to get dressed for school.
I chose a white lace top with some flare jeans paired with my black high top converse.
After putting on the outfit I stare at myself.
Does this outfit show too much of my arm? Will they laugh how scrawny I am or how my boobs aren't that big... or will the notice the scars.
I think I'm going to change. I should change.
"SARAMEA GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!"
Without thinking I grab a black hoodie from my bed and put it over my body and I run down stairs.
"Yes dad?" I start to play with my fingers.
"Where the fuck are my car key."
Car keys? I didn't see those.
"I didn't see them while cleaning sorry."
"You lying son of a bitch." His eyes were bloodshot.
Looks like last night was more than alcohol.
"YOU HID THEM FROM ME SO I WOULDN'T GO ANYWHERE." He starts to walking closer and closer with every word he spoke.
I closed my eyes. I felt my heart start to beat faster.
He stands face to face with me.
"T-that's n-not true I-I didn't take anyth-" I keep my eyes closed.
He grabs my arm moves me slightly forward and slaps my face.
He was about to go again, so I force my arm out of his grip and push him.
He yells some curse words as I start running up the stairs. But clearly I haven't been taking running seriously and he grabs my foot and drags me down.
Well isn't the great.
I use the foot he dragged me down with and kicked his face.
With him groaning in pain I take advantage and get back up and run again.
