As soon as I set foot in the house, people are screeching at me.
"Where the fuck have you been?!"
"I heard you almost killed some one!"
"why the hell didn't you come home straight from school?"
"Oh god, the hospital just called. WHY THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING DRUGS?!"
"Hey! I only smoked a little weed."
Dad takes a step towards me. Instead of retreating, I take a step forwards. He back hands me. I stumble backwards, knocking over a vase and breaking it. Dad usually has his limit, but tonight, he just keeps the attack going. I try to fight back, and when I do, he picks up a piece of broken glass. I feel liquid dripping down my face. I run my fingers down a long, bloody gash from my temple to the corner of my mouth.
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Perfect Life on Hold
Teen FictionMy name is Andy. Love me or hate me, you'll have to deal with my imperfections. Every school has a "emo" kid, and I guess you could say that kid is me. I live in a surreal universe where everyone hates me. Literally, everyone.
