Lonelyness is Only Half Right

Abusive

I get on the bus with no greeting. I get off the bus with no good byes. I wish I could hear a, "See you tomorrow, Holly!" but all I hear is the roar of the bus as I head home. While walking home, I am stopped by three girls. They all look like barbie dolls. You can tell who's trying to look like who. The girl on the left was short and busty, with long brown hair. The one on the right was tall and skinny, with short red hair. And the one in the middle was the biggest barbie of all. Blonde hair that reaches her sholders, big boobs, emerald eyes, and the over-all perfact figure that guys would die for. But they all had one thing in common. Fake, backstabing, bitches.

"Where do you think you're going?" asked the blonde. I ignored her and walked around them, but after a few steps I was stopped again by the same girls. "Ugh! What do you think you're doing walking around us like that? You didn't even answer my question!" She scoffed at me. I just shook my head and walked around again. I didn't want to deal with this mess. Instead of being stopped at the front again I was stopped from the back. Someone from behind grabbed my hair. I stopped and just stood there while she yanked at my hair. "Are you going to answer my question now, bitch?" She asked laughing. I didn't talk. I can tell she was getting aggravated as she pulled at my hair harder. I didn't move, I stood perfectly still. I then felt a sharp pain in my back, as the girl punched me. She wore a sharp ring on her finger, it sliced my back. I fell to the ground and skinned my hands, arms, knees, and cheak. I opened my eyes to close them back again as a shoe was headed to my face. I was kicked to the face once, kicked in the stomach three times, punched in the back once, and had all of my stuff stolen from me all in under ten minutes.

I walked home with a cut back, scratched up knees, hands, arms, and face, a busted lip, a broken nose, and possibly a few broken ribs. When I got home I opened the door and was greeted by a big slap to the face by a large meaty hand..... It was my aunts hand. She slapped me hard on the cheek I had scrapped on the hard concrete ground. "You're late!" She screamed in my ear. "Sorry. Aunt Iris." I said quietly. "You're damn right you're sorry! Now go make me my dinner!" She yelled. "Yes ma'am." I whispered.

I walked into the kitchen, washed my hands, and started dinner. I made chicken alfredo, with rolls. Before giving her her meal, I slipped a couple rolls into my jacket pocket. I gave her the meal and she stared at me suspiciously and said, "You're holding out on me. Bring me the pan you used for the rolls and the package. Now!" I hurried to put the rolls from my pocket back onto the pan and picked it up and grabbed the package. I gave her the package and she read it carfully. Then she counted the rolls on the pan and then on her plate. "You took one of my rolls you little slut! You ate it didn't you?" I didn't speak. I just felt my pockets and noticed that I had left one in there. "I'm not providing a Bed-and-Breakfast here! I let you stay here while your parents died, and look what you've gone and done! Get out!" She scearmed. "But..." I said. That one "But" caused another slap to the face. "Get out of my house!" She screamed. I ran out of the house and didn't stop.