“Later Jenna,” I said as I grabbed my skateboard from the staff room. I worked as a waitress at the local restaurant on the weekends. The wind was blowing through my hair as I rode down the road. I reached my drive way, bent down and picked up my board and proceeded to the front door, I fumbled with the various keys I had until I eventually found the right one. I slid the key into the lock and turned it. As the door opened, I walked right into the devil, my mother.
“Mom, what the fuck are you doing here?" I said, fear clearly evident in my voice.
“What? Am I not allowed to visit my daughter now? Is it illegal now? Don’t speak to me in that tone, you little bitch!" She said, near yelling and taking steps closer to me. She was drunk, shit. Her face was only inches away from mine. This behaviour wasn’t anything new to me, but having the knowledge that she was drunk, anything could have happened. She took a few steps closer to me, closing the space between us in a menacing manner.
“I asked you a question, answer me! You stupid whore!" She yelled, slurring all of her words causing me to flinch. A quiet laugh escaped her lips before her bony knuckles collided with the left side of my face. I quickly shot my hands up to my cheek, trying to nurse the pain from the punch. She walked back to my couch and sat down, a smirk playing on her lips.
“Get out. Now.” I said just under a whisper and pointed to the door. She didn’t make any effort to leave, but still sat in the same position on my couch.
“I said get out.” I said with more anger in my voice. She still sat there, no movement coming from around her.
“Get the fuck out of my house! If you don’t get out, I’m going to make you leave myself and I think we both know neither of us want to go that far! So wipe that stupid fucking smirk off your face, get your ass up, walk out of my house andnever fucking come back!”
She remained sitting, but she no longer had a smirk on her face, she looked shocked almost. She slowly got up and made her way to the door. I opened it and wiped the stray tears that had fallen out of my eyes after yelling at her. She walked onto the patio and turned to look at me but I was already shutting the door. When I heard the click of the lock, I put my back to the cold door and slid down til I was sitting. I brought my knees up to my chest and placed my head on top of my knees and just let the tears fall, not trying to hold any of them in. I let silent sobs escape my lips. I tried to get up but failed, I was far too weak. I tried again and made it onto my unstable feet. I was leaning on the door using it as a place to keep my balance from collapsing. I slowly walked up the staircase and made my way to my room. I slowly opened the door and fell backwards right onto my bed. Thoughts of Tony were the only ones that filled my head at the moment. He never knew my mother abused me and that she was an alcoholic. I can’t even imagine what he would have done if he found out, would he stop being my best friend? No that’s stupid. Tony was always going to be there for me.
*Flashback*
It was the summer, Tony and I were out in his back yard playing in his tree house. I was seven and he was nine. We were sitting on the ground playing checkers and all of the sudden I got up and screamed.
“Emily,what happened?!” Tony said, shocked and looking at me.
“A BEE, TONY I SAW A BEE!” I had always been afraid of them. He got up and hugged me, he pulled away and looked me in the eyes and said
“Don’t worry miles I will protect you from the nasty bees.” He always called me Miles, I was never quite sure why, but I’m not gonna lie I did like it. We hugged for a long time until he sat down back on the floor with me on his lap. We looked at each other and he held up is baby finger. “Miles let’s make a promise to always be best friends, and always protect each other from all the bad in the world.” I wrapped my tiny baby finger around his
“I promise.” I whispered. My dad then called me for dinner, I got off of his lap and hugged him and started to climb down the ladder. When I was about half way down I saw Tony staring down at me.
“Bye best friend, I’ll see you tomorrow!” I yelled while climbing down and he smiled at me.
“Bye Miles!” he yelled back.
*End of Flashback*
Ever since that day me and Tony have kept that promise, and since that day I have always loved him more than a friend. I slowly picked myself up from my bed and went to the washroom, I got to it and looked in the mirror and it all started replaying in my head. The names, the yelling, the punch, I couldn’t fucking take it anymore. I was resorting to my only option. I opened the cabinet and grabbed the razor blade that was sitting on the shelf, I rolled up my sleeve and pushed up my bracelets to reveal my already marked skin, even the sight of it made me sick. My whole body made me sick. I dug the cold blade into my warm skin and dragged it across leaving a dripping scarlet red line. I made a few more lines on my wrist, leaving a puddle underneath me on the floor. I quickly pulled my sleeve down to hide the marks. I looked up into the mirror and looked at the side of my face to see a large cut and an even larger purple bruise forming under my eye. I dried my eyes from all the tears and walked back into my room, collapsing onto my bed in the process. I just want this night to be over. I just want everything to be over.

Notes

yay chapter 2
so i will update soon c:
pce