New beginnings

Part one

"Are we al-." I got cut off by my dad
"Ask me one, ONE more time and I'll leave you on the fucking curb!" He yelled making me flinch

He smirked and got out a cigarette.
He's a psycho a fucking psychopath..
He's been like this ever since mom died.

Started with some weed, then he moved onto beer daily, then went full on alcoholic.
My life's been torture because of him and his stupid drinks, all be aide he doesn't know how to be an adult and cope.

I have a scar from when I was in the 6th grade. I was getting dressed for school and when I finished and was about to walk to school my dad stopped me.

I wore a dress that went just below the knees for picture day, he grabbed my arm and smashed his drink against it. I got the scar from a piece of glass. It got stuck when he hit me.
He made me change into his big ass long sleeved shirt and an old ugly pair of jeans I had. It was so humiliating.
Everyone pointed and laughed.

I remember exactly how I felt.
And what I was thinking
I wanted to yell, I wanted to cry, I wanted to fucking die because of the way he treated me.

And then before the last week of school in 7th he punched me in the face because I didn't make his food in time.
He was really drunk that day, I remember how he smelt. I hated the smell, still do.

I walked around the school with a black eye and a cut on my lip for almost until the last day of school.
He never let me wear makeup to cover up the bruises and cuts he gave me.
Always said it would make me look like a slut.

After a bit of driving my dad pulled up into a neighborhood. I'm guessing this is where we're going to be living.

"Find some place to sleep for the night I'm having people over." He said drinking and pulling up to the house.
We were across from a light blue house, it had a red house next to it with an orange one in between.
"Where the hell do you expect me to-?" He shot me a look and almost slapped me.

I forgot to think about what he would do if I said that.
I have to do that because if I say the wrong thing he'll yell at me or throw something or even hit me.
Something to make me feel bad about myself.

He told me to get out when he saw people waiting outside.
They all looked like druggies.
No offense to them if they weren't, all the people my dad hangs around with are either druggies or alcoholics so you can't blame me for assuming.

"Where am I supposed to sleep?"
I said calmly hoping not to get hit.
He looked at me angrily
"Figure it out! Sleep in a dumpster for all I care!" He yelled and put a hand up indicating that he would hit me if I don't get out.
I got my bag and ran out of the car.

I saw my dad park the truck and give the keys to someone.
They handed him a stack of cash, like one thousand give or take.

My dad patted his back and the guy who gave him the money got in the truck and drove off.
My dad walked inside the house leaving me on the side walk with no where to go.
I walked to the side walk across the house.
I stood in front of the light blue house.
A black car was driving my way so I walked to the orange house right next to it.

The car came to a stop and a boy who looked around my age (15) got out with a bag.
His hair was braided and he was wearing a red jacket. Now lemme be clear this was a white boy.

The car drove off as soon as he shut the door and I looked at the boy.
He walked into the house and shut the door.
"Shit I hope he didn't see me" I thought to myself.

Later that night

I was still sitting on the curb...
I found my phone at the bottom of my bag along with my headphones.
I heard a knock on the light blue houses door.
I turned my music down and I heard the door open.
The guy from earlier opened the door

"This is nick." I heard him say.
"Holy shit." I heard faintly
Then the guy with braids from earlier said:
"Alright I'll show you around the crib later, let's hit up the boys first."
"Carl." I heard a woman say

I'm guessing Carl is the name of the guy from earlier...
"Oh. Yeah. Thanks for the party. Good seeing you all, great to be home." He said
That's weird, I'd love it if someone threw me a party.

"Later." He said and shut the door
I could tell everyone was confused because it was silent.
I hid behind the fence but was able to see because of the light coming from the house.

Honestly I don't know why I hid, I just didn't want them to think I was a creep for watching them, like yeah i was listening but what else do I do just sit here all night?

Him and the guy who I'm guessing is 'Nick' started walking down the street.
I was getting really tired so I walked to my house and saw the light on.

I took a peek inside and saw everyone passed out.
Including my father, he was on the floor with a bottle of whisky in his hand.

"typical." I whispered

I used my flash light from my phone and went in the backyard.
No one locked it so it was open.
It creaked a little bit as I slid in and closed it.

I walked upstairs and found a closet, there were two people laying next to it asleep.
I went in and turned on the light.
I was so happy when I saw a lock on the door.

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