50 ❥ another new girl

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⚠️ TW: Mentions of Abuse⚠️

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⚠️ TW: Mentions of Abuse⚠️

"Ryan! Get the fuck up!"

I shoot up from my bed when I hear pounding on my door.

Fuck, I think I just got whiplash.

Ow.

"I'm up!"

I check the time and realize that I've woken up late.

Shit!

I'm gonna be late on my first day.

It's not my fault though, Axton and I were on the phone for 9 hours yesterday.

This man has got me whipped.

I quickly spray some dry shampoo in my hair because I have no fucking time for a shower, throw on my uniform, grab my bags and art supplies and finally make my way downstairs.

"It's about fucking time." My dad mutters.

"Sit down." My mom says.

"Oh, it's fine, I'll grab some food-"

"Sit!" My dad screams before slamming his fist onto the table.

"O-okay," I say before putting my bags down and taking the seat farthest from them.

"Jackson's mom called this morning..."

Oh shit.

"...she said you broke up with him and kicked him out of the house. That true?"

"I- uh- yes. But it's because he cheat-"

"Are you fucking crazy!" My dad yells causing me to flinch.

"I-I'm sorry."

I wince in pain when my mom yanks my hair and directs my face towards hers.

"It's because she a fucking slut. She's probably sleeping with that rich boy who drove her home a couple of weeks ago. Aren't you?" She snarls down at me.

"No!" I try to defend myself but my voice comes out weak.

"DON'T FUCKING LIE TO US!" She pulls harder.

"I'm not! I promise!" I feel tears begin to blur my vision.

I gasp when my dad grabs my throat.

"You will be coming home from work from now on. No more staying at Arya's." My dad warns.

"Let her go, we don't need the school on our ass." My mom says before lighting a cigarette.

"Get the fuck out of my house." He says before pushing me away.

I quickly squirm away, grab my stuff and make my way to the door.

I check myself in the mirror and notice that my hair is tangled but luckily, there's no bruise.

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