Careful What You Wish For

Chapter 2- Grace

I stayed the night.

Then the week.

Then 2 weeks.

Then 3.

Then 4.

My parents didn't even call.

Or text.

Nothing.

I woke to Page's beautiful face.

"Hey beautiful." I kissed her.

" 'Sup." She kissed me again.

"Have I mentioned I love you?" I smiled, looking into her hazel eyes.

"Mmmmmmmm, maybe." Page returned the smile and kissed me again.

" 'Cause I do."

"What a shocker. We've been dating for 4 years." Page smiled wider and chuckled.

"Wait it's been 4 years?" I wasn't very good with dates.

"Our four year anniversary is next Friday."

"Holy crap!"

"It is a little shocking, isn't it?"

"Yeah." I looked at Page's Black Veil Brides concert tee.

"I remember when I took you to that concert." I smiled.

"Me too."

"I suprised you with tickets on our two year anniversary." I recalled, staring into Page's hypnotizing hazel eyes.

"And I still can't believe it." She smiled and kissed my forehead.

"Neither can I." I kissed her.

"Hey, Page, you got everything ready for school next week?" Page's dad asked at dinner.

I groaned.

"It's already time for school again?" I groaned again.

"Yeah." Page said.

"Don't you look at your calendar?" Her dad joked.

"I don't have one."

"Google calendar?"

"Don't use it."

"Oh."

I laid down next to Page and rested my head on her chest.

"I can't believe it's already time for school."

"Me either."

I sighed.

"Just fucking great." I muttered.

Page looked down at my face.
"What?"

"If school starts next week then my birthday is in a couple weeks."

"Oh."

Page knew how much I loathe my birthday.

Every year my parents both get super drunk and high and my mom regrets not having an abortion and my dad regrets staying with my mom.
Then my dad hits me and my mom a bunch, and I do extra drugs, drink extra alcohol, and cut even more than I already do.

All in all its the crappiest day ever every year.

Page pulled me closer.

"You can stay here this year." She suggested.

"My dad loves beating me and my mom up on my birthday. He wouldn't miss it for the world. He'd come over here and drag me over there."

Page sighed.

"We have to do something! We can't just let him hurt you!"

"We can. And that's what we'll do, like always. Just let him hurt me." I sat up.

Page did the same.

"He can't just hurt you like that! He has no right to! We-"

"You think I don't know that?!" I yelled.

"You think I don't know that it's not right?!"

"You think I don't know that my dad smashing beer bottles over my head and cutting me and hitting me isn't right?!"

"I know this!"

"You don't get to lecture me on how having an abusive parent isn't right! Your not the one who's been burned by cigarettes, had bottles smashed over your head, been beaten countless times, cut, and been thrown around!"

Page looked kind of scared.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She said quietly.

Page had only seen me snap a couple times. During one of which, I lost my temper and smacked her.

Page pulled me into a hug.

"I'm so sorry." She held me tighter.