Frenemies

Chapter 1

 I tossed and turned all night. Her voice wouldn't go away. No matter what I did, her voice wouldn't stop haunting me. I couldn't help but feel like it was my fault. 

My mother died in a car crash three years ago. Those idiot surgeons couldn't save her in time. That night was my birthday and she took my father and I out.

Flashback:

"Baby Zoey? Would you like to go out for your special day,"  My mother questioned. I nodded my head with enthusiasm as I lept out of my father's arms. I scrambled to find my small jelly shoes and a thick winter coat.

" Mommy! Daddy! Let's go," I squealed from my room. Tripping down the stairs, I grabbed their hands and pulled them through the front door. Mother started up the car and pulled out into the street.

End of flashback

After that, all I remember is the constant beeping of the hospital monitor and my father's sobs.

Yeah, I know. Calling your parents "Mommy" and "Daddy" while starting Middle School is stupid, but we were always super close. About after my Mother's death, Father started to change. He started to drink way more often and then started abusing me.

Nobody knew. I still love my father very dearly, even if he doesn't love me back. 

Pretty soon, people started noticing my bruises at school. I was too young to understand how to apply and use makeup, so I couldn't cover it up. Not too much later, rumors started getting spread, like," She gets into fights every day" or " She's part of a gang or the Mafia". I never really understood why they would say those things.

But that was three years ago. I'm now a freshman. Finally being able to start high school and have more time away from home.

" Zoey! Get downstairs, now!" My father yells from the living room. I quickly climb out of bed and clamber down the steps.

" Yes, Father?" I reply politely. I couldn't anger him any more than he already was. I spot him sitting on our faux leather couch with a beer bottle at hand. Great I thought to myself while trying to suppress an eye roll. 

" Why isn't the house clean yet? You know I have people coming over today," He roared while getting up from the couch. I started cowering back just to be caught by his hand fisting my hair. I let out a small yelp of pain but he only holds me tighter. Tears start to well in my eyes and once he sees it, he smirks malevolently.

" Zoey. Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. You should know better," was the last thing I heard before he punched me and blacked out.

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