Chapter Three - A Trophy Father's Trophy Daughter

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Most of my chapters aren’t going to be more than 2-3 pages.

Anyways, the song for this chapter is Sleeping with Sirens – A Trophy Father’s Trophy Son. Ignore the name, this song perfectly describes Lena right now. If you haven’t heard it, you probably should. I can’t promise that you will shed a tear or two. I know I did the first time I heard this song.

I hope you enjoy this very [short] chapter. This was written when I had a very extreme case of writer's block. I didn't feel like adding more stuff to it.

“How can this be hard? This is the easiest question I’ve asked you!” I screamed at Brandon who had an irritated look on his face.

“You’re supposed to be tutoring me. Not shouting at me!” He shot back.

We’ve only been at this for an hour and we’re already arguing, usually the person I’m tutoring and I start arguing around 2 hours. I sighed. Maybe I’m being too hard on him. “Fine, I’m sorry.” I said.

He nodded his head and began to tap the pen on the open book. “So what was the question again?” He asked.

“What do you get when you mix the same amount of an acid and a base?” I repeated. Brandon seemed to be deep in thought for a moment. He began to chew on his pencil, a habit which I find sort of weird and then after a few minutes, he looked at me again. He shrugged his shoulders at me and let out an irritable sigh.

“Have you even tried?” I raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t get science. It’s so stupid. Why do we even need science in the first place?” He mumbled that last part but I heard anyways.

“Because Science is the Study of our world, it tries to uncover the laws that bind everything together. And for that question that I asked, when an acid and base are mixed, they neutralize the reaction and salt and water are formed.” I said.

“Science is so stupid.” I didn’t bother responding back to that.

“I’ll be back. I have to use the bathroom.” Brandon got off the bed and headed to the bathroom.

My phone started to blast Tears Don’t Fall by Bullet for my Valentine, blushing, I found my phone and answered it. I didn’t even see who it was but seeing as I don’t have any friends, it has to be either John or my mom. It was mom.


“Lena! Where the hell are you?” My mom shouted into the phone, I had to hold it away from my ear a little bit.

“I’m over a friend’s house.” I admitted. Wait, did I just address Brandon as a friend? I must be loopy. “Well get home right now! I’m craving another pack of smokes and you know I can’t get them unless you make a deal with John!” She hissed.

“Mom, I can’t come home. I’m tutoring.” I tried to reason with her. Knowing my mom, I could already picture her moving her head in disapproval.

“I don’t care! I’m craving smokes and I want you home right now. John won’t even give me a little unless you’re here so you guys can have ‘special time.”

It was at this point that I started to cry because I really didn’t want to go home and get raped by that ass so my mom could have a pack of cigarettes.

“Mom, I don’t want to come home. Please don’t make me go there right now. I don’t want to be with John! He’s so mean to me!” I pleaded.

It was at this point that I didn’t care if I was full on crying. I didn’t want to go home; I didn’t want to go back. I didn’t want to be in pain so soon, and even though Brandon and I were arguing and not making a lot of progress, it was better than coming home to those two.

“You have ten minutes to come home or else.” Was all she said before she hung up.

I sobbed and didn’t care that my hot tears were falling down my face and onto my mouth, letting me taste the saltiness. It was at times like this that I really wish I could just drop everything and go live with my dad.

Sniffling, I grabbed my books and notebook and quickly stuffed them in my bag. My eyes were still surfacing tears which made it hard for me to see anything. I slung my bag over my shoulder and began to walk out of Brandon’s room looking down. I didn’t see what was in front of me. I ran into something that felt like a brick wall and before I fell, I saw arms shoot out to catch me. I stumbled for a moment but caught my balance. I nudged the hands away from me. I looked up to see Brandon.

“I’m sorry Brandon. I have to go. My mom is going to kill me if I’m not home in ten minutes.” I didn’t bother waiting for a response from him; I pushed past him and ran out the door before he had a chance to speak.

It was at moments like this that I really wish I had a car. I was about ten minutes from Brandon’s house when I felt something hit against my skin. I looked down to see a clear liquid. I had stopped crying a while back and I groaned: it was about to rain.

I put up my hoodie and began to quicken my pace.

I finally made it through the house fifteen minutes later and drenched in water. Not only that, but I was cold and shivering like a cat that was in the same situation as I was in.

Mom immediately showed her face and she looked happy yet annoyed. She grabbed my arm and literally threw me into the arms of John. He tossed her her precious cigarettes. Her eyes beamed and she walked off without saying a word to either of us.

Did she care that I was cold and could probably get sick?


All she wanted were her precious cigarettes.

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