Complicated life

Chapter 1

"Go bitch!" He yells with rage filling his features. 

"Riley stop, please." I can't help but beg. 

"No bitch get the fuck out!"

He takes another swing at me and hits me in my face. I scream out in pain. I can smell the alcohol in his breath. This can't be good for me... I have to think about the wellbeing of myself sometimes.

"Fine but this is the last time I'm ever gunna come back!" I have to keep this promise. I have to stay safe.

He swings again and I try to block. It just makes him angrier. He starts to brutally attack me over and over.

I wake up covered in sweat breathing heavily. I try to move but I'm paralyzed with fear. I don't know why i'm so scared that was last year. Thankfully I will never have to see him again. Now I'm starting my senior year.

He left last year and moved to some other state. Yet he still scares me so much. I wish I could just forget about him I have bigger things to worry about.

I can finally move and I get up from my sweat drenched bed to go to take a shower. It's my first day being a senior and I have to look normal.

I stay in the shower for a long time to try to forget the dream that has haunted me for the past year. After that year he moved. I look down at my wrists and smile at the faded scars.

"Wow you can hardly see them any more." I say to myself. I'm really glad my grandma has so much money and agreed to pay for the first few months rent for my apartment. If I had to share a room with someone I would be pissed. I hate getting rushed.

I finally get out and wrap myself in a fluffy white towel. Then I put one in my hair. I walk to my closet and pick out some clothes. Black skinny jeans, a white tank top, lots and lots of bracelets and a grey hoody.

I walk back into the bathroom and do my hair. My long black hair is so hard to deal with, and don't even get me started on the scene bangs. I top it off with a white beanie. Then I head to the kitchen.

I pop two eggo chocolate chip waffles in toaster and get out a plate. The the waffles pop out and I hurriedly put them on my plate. Not before burning my fingers of course. I put butter and syrup on my waffles and rush to eat them.

I grab my stuffed black backpack and shove my black and white high top converse on before running out the door. "Damnit, I didn't realize how late it was!" I say to myself while running down the hall and out the big buildings door.

I jump in my black convertible and go to my school. I look at the time on my new champagne colored iPhone 5s.

"Good. I'm a little early." I run to the office to get my schedule and planner. My first class is geometry. I love geometry. I walk into my geometry class and pull out a pencil, my planner, and a sharpie. Of course we have to take the pre-assessment. I finish in like 15 minutes and try to hand it in.

"Videl you have to at least try." the teacher says. He was my teacher last year for geometry. I didn't really care about it that much last year. Now I need this stupid credit to get out of this hell hole.

"I did, I'm done. Just check." I say as fast as I can. Then I leave the paper in his hands and sit down. Geometry is so easy.

I start to color my planner in black with the jumbo sharpie I got when I notice the person next to me stand up and hand his paper in.

"Finally someone almost as smart as me" I say quietly to myself so nobody else hears me.

He sits back down and starts to do the same. I look at him. He has sparkling emerald eyes. He had black scene hair and a blue beanie, a blue hoodie, black jeans, and blue and black Osiris'.

He looked at me flipped his hair and winked playfully before returning to his half black planner. I continued to color mine too. Before we knew it the bell rung and we started to pack up. I look at my schedule again and head to my second class band.

I start to head to band when I hear someone behind me yelling. "Hey!" I hear it again. I look back and see my best friend Tessa. She has bright red hair with scene bangs. She also has a red beanie and all red clothes on.

I stop. "What's up?" I ask and wait for her to catch up.

"Nothing really" she answers blandly

"What's your next class?" I ask trying to start a new conversation.

"Um" she looks at her schedule "art"

"Oh I have band. Lemme see your schedule quick." She hands me her schedule and I circle all the classes we have together. Only two. Gym and social studies.

"So how's your day been going?" She asks looking at her edited schedule.

"Good, there was this really hot guy in my first hour."

"Hello ladies." a voice from behind us says. Looking back I notice it's the guy from geometry.  "So you think I'm hot huh."

"Who said I was talking about you?" I say to him and look away.

"Well I got to go this is my turn." Tessa snickers and walks away.

"Bye Tessa!" Me and the hot guy say at the same time.

"Bye Oliver, bye Videl!" she yells.

So his name is Oliver.