(pic is Max.)
After lunch I go to French. I picked French because I am French. Simple enough. (Note; I'll be using Google translate, so just know it probably won't be right. Sorry I don't know French.)
"Cours du bon après-midi." (Good afternoon class.) The teacher says. God I'm mostly fluent in French.
French goes by fast and so does History. I'm home free. Almost. I have to walk to get Max.
I walk slow since Max gets out at 3 o'clock and it's only 2:02. But it'll take me at Least a half hour walk to his school, once I know where it is. I put my ear buds in and I put the music I like. 'Before I Forget' by Slipknot plays.
"Hey Max." I wave. Max walks threw the doors and straight to me. He smiles and waves. "How was school?"
"Kenny. Slammed my lunch on the floor and I didn't get to lunch." I gasp.
"Did he get in trouble?" Max shakes his head. I turn, starting to walk into the school when he grabs my arm and starts trying to pull me. "What's wrong?"
"What are you doing?" He sounds confused, almost worried.
"I'm going to tell a teacher or someone about what happened." He shakes his head fast. "Why not?"
"It'll make it worse. Mom tried once and it didn't work. Please don't tell. Please. Please. Please." He puts his hands together and begs. I sigh, giving in.
"Fine." I turn back and we start walking, not saying anything.
"How did you used to get home?" I ask, Midway through our walk home.
"wait till my teacher took me home." Oh.
I nod and keep walking. His book bag and lunch box in my hands.
When I get home it is a raving hell. I thought uncle Jeff needed to be at work. "Take your stuff and go lock yourself in your room. Don't open unless you hear me say Cookie monster is gone." He nods and runs to his room. I put my phone in my bag and I put it in one of the kitchen cupboards. My uncle will destroy everything in sight.
"What the fuck is going on?" I yell, walking down the hall way to their shared room.
"Get the fuck out. This none of your goddam business. My uncle is holding my aunt by the hair, and making her pick up crumbs out of the carpet.
"Screw off." I yell. I walk closer and I grab my aunt by her shoulder. She shreaks and try to get my hand loose, which only makes him pull harder on her hair. I slap his hand away, which makes him more angry. He drops her and turns to me. Aunt may scrambles to her feet and moves to the side, trying to get him to not do what he's about to do, but it doesn't work.
He takes a step closer, cracking his knuckles and smirking maliciously scares me a little. He wraps a fat, cold hand around my neck and squeezes tightly.
"Stop! She's just a little girl. Choke me! Choke me! I did it not her." She starts to panic. I try to gasp for air, but there is none. The only logical thing that pops into my mind, is to count. The screaming fades. I see black spots around the room, and I feel the hand let go. I fall back, into arms. I'm guessing my aunts.
I wake up in my bed a while later. I can tell because it is now dark. I get up quickly. Too quickly. I am stopped by the raging pain in my head. My brain screams at me to stop but I don't. I can't. Not until I know they're okay.
I go to Max's room. I bang on the door, but there's no reply. I run into the kitchen. No one's there. I go to the living room. Thank God. They're on the old, ratted couch. Max watchs tv, while my aunt brushes his hair back with her fingers. They're okay. I feel lighter, but I'm still tense.
"Where is he?" I question.
"Jeff's at the bar. I think." I nod. "He left after He did that thing." She doesn't go into detail, since Max is there, but I don't blame her. I wouldn't want an 8 year old to know that his own father is an abusive fuck. Even though he probably has a pretty good idea.
I head into the kitchen to retrieve my phone and bag.
"I got a phone call from school today." My aunt walks closer to me. I raise my eye brows.
"You need to go to gym. I can't have you missing any classes, I can't afford it." I nod. Damn.
"Okay." I say as my stomach grumbles.
"I'm sorry hun. We have no food." She looks down at the ground. Ashamed, probably.
"It's okay. I'll be back." I leave, taking my bag with me and I walk into town. Into the little store that is opened late. I walk straight to the pizza display. 3 slices of plain cheese pizza costs 7 dollars. Why is it so fucking much? It's not even that girl. I go to the cashier. The boy turns around and I freeze. It's Ryder.
"That it?" I nod. "It'll be 7 dollars and 93 cents. Where the fuck do they come up with their costs. I dig in the front of my bag. It's obvious Ryder is getting annoyed. I wait a few seconds longer of searching.
"I only have 5 dollars..." My voice trails.
"It's fine." He grumbles. "I got the rest. Just go." He hands me back my pizza, along with the receipt. I quickly leave. I'm not sure if he was just very annoyed or if he felt bad for me. Either way, I have dinner, so who gives a shit. I smile as I walk home. Straight into the living room, where Max and my aunt lay, cuddled up together. She whispers storys to him. To take his mind off the hunger. She told me when I first got here, a week ago.
"Guess what I have." I sing. "Pizza." I raise it in the air, coming closer to them.
"Where did you get it?" Max jumps up excited. I hand it to him, and it surprisingly eats it slowly. Probably to save the taste.
My aunt sits up and smiles lightly. I hand her a slice, and she doesn't turn it down, like I thought she was going to. I smile and I sit next to her, slowly eating my piece.
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Teen Fiction"What are you doing?" His gravelly voice scared me. It didn't help I was already petrified. I trembled as I heard his steps get even closer, wondering how that was even possible. But it was. 20 feet became 10. And 10 feet became 5. "Why are you her...
