The Boy at the Coffee Shop
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I felt the stinging of the sun press against my cheek, I groaned pulling the sheets over my face. "Wake up! You got school." Tiffany, My step mother shouted removing my sheets. "What the fuck do you want?" I hissed sitting up, "Good morning to you too." I rolled my eyes, "You have school and your dad wants to know at what time you came home last night?" I furrowed my eyebrows."School's just a waste of time isn't."
"Maybe for you..but then again who ever said you had a future."
She walked over to the mirror and smiled "10 minutes." I groaned pulling at the tips of my hair, i let out a yawn hovering my hand over my mouth.
"By the way you look like hell."
"I'm living in hell."
"Good."
-x-
I jogged down the stairs just to be greeted by my dad at the front of the door. "Where the fuck where you last night?' I tried going around him but he blocked the door once again. "Don't act like you care." I hissed
"If you think for one second I'm afraid of your little attitude. Think again because you're nothing and will never be. So you better stop acting so tough."
"Whatever." I felt him tug my arm back throwing me at the wall,
"Beside acting like a little bitch you decide to dress as a whore!" I felt my eyes sting holding back the tears. "Your mother would be so dis-"
"Don't you dare."
"Its a good thing she died before she got to witness her only child be a disappointment."
"Fuck you." I spat. He smirked pulling me towards him raising his left hand.
"Are you gonna hit me?" I sat up glaring at him. "Are you gonna hit me?!? HUH?" I felt his hand make contact with my cheek throwing me off a bit.
"David. Stop it.!" Tiffany pulled him back before he hit me again. "Why do you have to be such a bitch?" she threw my backpack at me and held onto my dad.
"Come back here now!" He screamed pushing Tiffany away from him.
"Bye Daddy."
"Maybe for you..but then again who ever said you had a future."
She walked over to the mirror and smiled "10 minutes." I groaned pulling at the tips of my hair, i let out a yawn hovering my hand over my mouth.
"By the way you look like hell."
"I'm living in hell."
"Good."
-x-
I jogged down the stairs just to be greeted by my dad at the front of the door. "Where the fuck where you last night?' I tried going around him but he blocked the door once again. "Don't act like you care." I hissed
"If you think for one second I'm afraid of your little attitude. Think again because you're nothing and will never be. So you better stop acting so tough."
"Whatever." I felt him tug my arm back throwing me at the wall,
"Beside acting like a little bitch you decide to dress as a whore!" I felt my eyes sting holding back the tears. "Your mother would be so dis-"
"Don't you dare."
"Its a good thing she died before she got to witness her only child be a disappointment."
"Fuck you." I spat. He smirked pulling me towards him raising his left hand.
"Are you gonna hit me?" I sat up glaring at him. "Are you gonna hit me?!? HUH?" I felt his hand make contact with my cheek throwing me off a bit.
"David. Stop it.!" Tiffany pulled him back before he hit me again. "Why do you have to be such a bitch?" she threw my backpack at me and held onto my dad.
"Come back here now!" He screamed pushing Tiffany away from him.
"Bye Daddy."
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