"Lucy" called my dad from the bottom of the stairs. I felt her fear before I heard her screams that nightmare pulsed into me shaking me out of my own which had something to do with a beach and some hot guy rubbing San tan oil On me images hers not mine filtered through my mind I woke up strands of Long dark hair stuck to my forehead .
I bolted down the stairs enjoying the silence whilst it lasts. * crash * and that's when I knew it was one of those days. my battered self will ride away to school while trying to compose the mixture of burden fear and hurt both mentally and physically.
Racing down the stairs in hopes of not getting on the bad side of the angry bull. hitting the last step I rushed into the sitting room to find him lying half naked on the couch. my heart beat rose I could feel the sweat trickling down my forehead and at that moment the angry Bulls eyes flickered open. those blue eyes that were once filled with love and peace were now red. not any normal red the red that showed hatred, anger, no sleep, and failure.
I hated them, I hated the fact that I inherited those once blue eyes. I hated the fact that those eyes would never come back. I hated the fact that beneath all Those feelings there was one feeling that covered the whole surface are of those eyes. Hurt.
"what" I had no clue I just blurted that out because the next second all I saw was a fist swing to my right cheek bone land oh boy did it hurt. before I can react or try and defend my self I felt pain rushing through my stomach.
