Go to hell

It was a normal day for Varian. Having a screaming match with her mother, about little things, for example they didn't talk to each other for a whole month, because they couldn't decide who was going to have the last slice of pizza! Stupid hey. Anyway this time it was a bit more severe, as normal teens do sneak out to parties and drink, but Varian didn't come back for at least three days. her mother furious they were screaming at each other and saying things that they shouldn't have, that that would reflect on and wish they had something else. But Varian's mother Tracey, was a bit twisted, and a little weird. But that's not the point, Tracey slapped her daughter across the face, it fell silent as Varian tried to figure out what just happened all that was going threw her mind was "what the hell that bitch"   Varian finally rose to stare at her mother in disgust. "FUCKING GO TO HELL BITCH!!"  And if you read what this story is about, that is were it started. Varian turned on her heals and marched to her room and slammed her door just to express how angry she was. She ran to her bed and screamed into her pillow, and cried. Once she had pulled herself together, she reflected as she usually did, no matter what she always loved her mother but she had crossed the line. Slapping her in the face.... like what the hell, she rolled over and fell asleep. Morning came and Varian woke up, from a crappy night sleep as she usually did after fighting with her mother. Her and her mother just got over their last fight a few day's ago and last night had just ruined their relationship, she didn't blame her mother for slapping some sense into her. She got up and got dressed and stood at the front of her mother's door, she was prepared to knock, but something stopped her, she felt if she knocked her mother might start another fight or she wasn't going to take her apology. She shook those ideas out of her head and reminded her self that her mother loves her very deeply not matter what,  well hopefully. She knocked, no answer she opened the door to find her mother not there. Tracey wasn't an early bird, Varian thought that she must be having a smoke outside. Varian crept downstairs, into the lounge room and strode towards the sliding glass door that led to the backyard. She wasn't there, Varian being a little bit distressed hurried to her room to call her mother on her cell phone. It rang... and rang.... and rang.... than her heart dropped. Her mother's phone chime could be heard from her mother's bedroom were she had just checked, Tracey was those mum's on Facebook, Instagram or Snapchat twenty-four-seven And was never known to leave her phone at all. Tears started to begin in Varian's eyes, her mind races of how she thought the last she said to her mother was "go to hell". She broke down in tears, she was
A mess she didn't want to call the cops because she was in enough trouble with them as it was,  Varian's options were short. Than it hit her, her most close friend Jellal, she scrolls threw her contacts until she saw his number she quickly  dialled. Luckily he quickly
Picked up, "hey Varian, what's up?" Varian broke down in tears. " OMG I'M ON MY WAY!" He hung up, Varian was so glad that she didn't have to say anything to ask her friend to come. The convenient thing was that Jellal only lived around the corner. Once her friend arrived he burst threw
The door and races to Varian's room, Varian looked at her distressed friend. Though she didn't admit it he was the most gorgeous looking man around, he didn't work out he was just naturally buff, he had a strong looking jaw, ocean blue eyes with dusty blond hair. He kneeled next to Varian and cradled her in his muscular arms......