Dark Paradise

New School New People

This is my first book here on Wattpad so I hope you guys like it . Now before you read I just wanna warn you; there will be violence, tears, drama, cursing, and possibly love ;)

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New School New People

"Where's the damn bottle?" my own flesh and blood clamored intensively, causing my utterly exhausted physique  to spring in a mix of surprise and fear.

I initiated speedily descending what he practically assumed where stairs. No one would even dare to refer to them as stairs with the numerous crevices in every single corner present, the faint and extremely dull grey color it possessed, and the nose bleeding scent of dust. By instinct, I mentally groaned at the sound of his usual tone of voice and strolled inside his disorganized living room.

"What?" I inquired with an increased tone that I should've never risked using. He arose from the shredded sofa he was previously seated in and his limbs took long strides over to where I was currently located.

"You dare use that tone with me?" a wild roar escaped his extensively chapped lips, with dark venom lacing his raspy voice. I found myself gulping as my heavily shaking legs took a couple of steps in the backwards direction.

I never enjoyed appearing as a weakling within his irking presence but he never could fail at scaring the living daylights out of my being.

"It was an accident-"

"So was your existence." he spat with a countless amount of hatred and nastiness stuck with his words. As I was used to, I wouldn't dare to allow myself to feel hurt by his venom ridden statements.

"I'll get the bottle," my voice muttered in a barely audible whisper and I also attempted to avoid any sort of eye contact.

"Oh, no, I'd rather enjoy beating the shit out of you than watch you fetch a bottle like the dog you are." his roaring laughter invaded the old, rotting room, as if he felt satisfaction whilst insulting me.

"Please don't, I promise I won't use that tone again." I said, still avoiding his burning gaze. He, without a doubt, ignored and didn't even slightly care about my well being, and proving that was the stomach churning punch I received right in the middle of my stomach. I remained as I was, not daring to flinch, because I knew for a fact that reacting would just give him the utter satisfaction of knowing that he succeeded in damaging me. Any normal person would wince or move slightly, but I have mastered the art of remaining frozen over the years.

"That didn't hurt you, princess?" his lips formed an evil smile, revealing his yellow tinted teeth.

"Please, I've had enough last night." I was forced to undergo an extensive beating the previous night, just because I didn't hand him the accurate alcohol bottle he demanded of me. They didn't even have any labeling plastered on the bottles, so I couldn't distinguish between scotch and Jack Daniels.

"Well, isn't that selfish? You had enough, but did I?" the sick bastard
sent permission to his leg to kick me right in the hip and allowed himself to yank my bronze locks in an aggressive manner, which resulted in me falling to the ground and smashing the back of my head on the stone-hard floor. My head pounded and it felt as if my brain were to pop out of my thick, rigid skull.

"I'm not quite done," the smirk was still alive on his round face and he effortlessly booted me in the back. The specific area in my lower back cried and throbbed in pain, but I still maintained that poker face I have grasped throughout the years.