The Fire in Your Heart is Out

"Hayden! HAYDEN!!!"
"What is it sweetheart?"
"You fucked up, I didn't want an iPod touch! I wanted the iPad you fuck up!"
"I'm really, really sorry." I said not wanting to be hit once again with those razor sharp finger nails of hers.
"No you aren't! You're a fucking lair!" Kala screamed.
"I'm not-t-t." My voice was termbling, she always does this.
"Whatever I'm going home."
Thank god she didn't hit me, I knew this routine quite well. When I hadn't gotten her one thing she wanted it was my fault, a fuck up of a boyfriend.
A couple of minutes later my best friend James had called. He's use to my sobbing, and yelling after she leaves.
"Hello?"
"Hi James." I choked out.
"Oh sweety what did she do?"
"Just yelled. No hitting, but even if she had, I'm use to it."
"You shouldn't be, why do you even stay with that bitch?"
"Do you know what she would do to me if we broke up?!?!?"
"Of coures, but you need to stand up."
"I can't."
"Oh but you can."
"How?"
"I'll teach you, see you at school, bye."
"Bye."
Then the line went dead.
"Hayden! Dinner."
My dad called from the bottom of the stairs.
It's only me and dad, mom left when I was about three.
She was quite frankly a whore. Aren't all women I know?
When I got down stairs dad had take out, as usual. My father has no idea how to cook.
"Hey dad."
"Hayden, what was the noise when Kala was here?"
"Oh, nothing, nothing."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah...positive."
Then we ate in an akward scilence, we don't talk as much as we use to after Kala came into the picture. He's scared for me, and trust me I am too. He has no need to know about the cuts and bruises though.
No one does, well except for James.
But he's and exception.