TRIGGER WARNING: Violence, Cursing

One day after a rough day I sat down on my couch and picked up a book from the coffee table. I began to skim through the pages as I looked for my place.

Page 89 I grinned and began to read.

I hummed a tune from a song that was stuck in my head like a leach as I read. 

Not only a few minutes later I heard the sound of the doorknob jiggling and someone switching through keys. 

I sat up quickly it was too early for my mom to be home then that means... Shit I thought as I dropped my book and ran to my mom's room. I hid under the bed and did my best to stay quiet. 

I stayed there for a few minutes until I heard the sound of him opening the door and walking through the apartment getting closer and closer to my mom's room.

I looked out from under the covers that dangled from my mom's bed to see pale skinny feet attached to long skinny legs. I heard him open my mother's jewelry box and pick through it. And dropping pieces of jewelry on the ground near where I hid.  

I scowled at him, I hated him, he always gave me a bad vibe. I remember when he first took one step into this apartment he had icy cold blue eyes with his strawberry blonde hair put into a sideswipe obviously WAAAAAAAY too much hair gel. He was like a pale skinny vampire giant he always had dark bags under his eyes even though he looked creepy to me he still reminded me of a handsome business man who'd have a wife 2 or 3 kids and a dog. 

But....that's just how he looks on the outside on the inside he reminds me of a two sided demon. 

He would always wear what looked like expensive suits he'd use his money to buy things for his own wants and would almost never help pay rent unless he got what he wanted. He didn't always come to his room that he "bought" from us he didn't even live there he had his own house by himself. He came around for god knows why about 3 times a week. 

At one point I looked inside what was originally my room and saw him with expensive alcohols and bottles and bottles of hair gel. Even I could tell that the hair gel was expensive they had the gold lettering and the fancy bottle. 

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"Where are you ya brat" I felt a chill run up my spine I did my best to hide behind the few boxes that were under my mother's twin sized bed I had trouble trying to stay under the bed and not be discovered.

"I know your in here if ya come out now I won't hurt you" I shrunk back into my hiding place clutching my book. How did he know I was here? I thought then I remembered I had left my backpack on the couch how could I've been so stupid I felt myself begin to hyperventilate. Just leave, just go away just go into your room and put on more hair gel. 

"How sad... I'm going to give you 5 seconds to come out.

"5"...... please 

"4"...... just

"3"..... go

"2".....away

I immediately felt a cold stiff bony finger wrap around my ankle and pull me out from under the bed.

"I told you, you had 5 seconds" he said scowling at me I whimpered looking at him.

"s-sorry-" I tried to say before he threw me against the wall

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I looked in the freezer for an ice pack. I picked up a handful of ice cubs and put them into a plastic bag, and held it against the back of my head/  I walked to my mom's room and looked at the now large bruise on the back of my head. It's not that noticeable it's just a large bump. I looked at it a little more and sighed who am I kidding of course it's noticeable I'll just wear a beanie until it's gone as I looked in the mirror I stared at my dull brown eyes. I had always wanted a prettier eye color like blue, green or even hazel. I opened up a drawer to look for a hairbrush or comb so I could tame the fiery beast that was my hair.

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I sat on my balcony staring at the sky as the sun began to go down and the sky turned into a pinkish orange and slowly change to a darker shade until the sun could no longer be seen. I sighed as the sound of traffic and sirens could be heard in the distance.

"Georgia" said my mother as she opened up the sliding door that makes a loud screeching sound kind of like nails scraping on a chalk board. I cringed at the sound and turned around to see my mother's kind gentle face looking at me with a gentle smile. She had short straight red hair, and blue eyes. 

"Dinners ready" she said smiling at me.

"Ok." I said getting up ad walking into the apartment. And closing the dreaded door that made my ears want to die. 

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I sat silently across from my mother eating rice and chicken. It wasn't 5 star food but it was edible. Mom wasn't always the best cook. 

"How was the Library?" asked my mother trying to start some small talk

"It was fine" I said shrugging.

"Have you thought about any colleges yet?" I sighed "No mom I didn't think about college yet"

"Why not?" I felt as anger began to boil up in me

"Maybe because I'm only a sophomore" I stated slightly angry my mom flinched at my attitude and looked back at her food. I immediately felt bad because I knew she just wanted the best for me since she couldn't go to college since she had gotten pregnant with me at the age of 17 with her lover and my father who she eventually married and then. Well. The rest doesn't matter.

Hi! updates will be very random. Cause I'm lazy as fuuuuuuuuuck and I don't like writing with a time limit? Does that make sense? 

-PolarWolf