The final bell rang for the end of the day. I was so happy for it to be done, and its just the first day. I put my sketch book in my bag, and head out not even going to my locker. I walk out to the parking lot and head to my bike or at least try to get to bike. There were a few people around my bike. Ugh.
"This is a pretty sweet bike. Do you know who it belongs to?" some guy asked another guy.
"No I don't"
"I bet its Damion's," this girl said. I know its bad to judge by looks but she looks like she's the snobby type. I didn't want to get on my bike now everyone is watching. Just too much attention for me.
"Nah its not mine, brought my car today not my bike." I turned around and it was the guy that I bumped into earlier. I guess his name is Damion.
I wanted to go, not to go home but to go. Everyone was leaving and the people that were there only stayed for a second and left. I walked to my bike put up my hair into a low pony tail, and put helmet on. I climbed on to my bike and drove off. I saw glares they didn't see me get on the bike and I hid my pony tail in my helmet.
I turned the opposite way of where my house was. I speed up to get out of there. Not like I have anything to do. I went in the back roads and found a field of grass with a couple of trees. It was pretty with slightly tall hills, wild grass, flowers and beautiful grown trees. I slowed down to turn on to the grass and go towards the trees.
The sun was shining through the trees, barely. I kicked up the bikes kick stand. I walked up to a tree and sat up against it. I opened up my book bag and took out my sketch book.
After awhile of just drawing my phone rang. It was 5:32 and my father was calling me. I just hit ignore I guess it's time to head back. Good luck me.
By the time I get back right at the driveway I check my phone and it's 7:03. I went riding around for a few for awhile before coming back. I parked my bike out back and went into the house.
I heard a clatter some where in the house. I go to look around and it found out it was in the kitchen. My father drunk with a broken whine glass in his hand and what looks like a bottle of rum in the other. I knew this routine he gets drunk on the floor I come home wanting something to eat but nothing's ever there to eat. My father has money to buy alcohol but no money for food...strange.
"Where the hell have you been?" My wonderful father asked me.
"I've been out dad, non of your concern."
"The fuck it is I need you to go the damn store get some goddamn food. I'm starving..." he took another swig of his drink.
"Wow you are thinking of something other than alcohol. That is actually surprising."
"Watch your fucking mouth young lady."
"Maybe you should watch yours"
I tried to get to the fridge to try to get something to eat but, my father just decided to throw his broken glass to me. It cut my right arm from blocking my face. Good thing I wear hoodies, I always wear hoodies anyway.
"You are so stupid you know that?" He wanted to get on my nerves always.
I started to walk out of the kitchen but before I knew it I was kicked in the back a fell down and my head hit the wall. I let out a small screech and just laid there. "Please...don't."
"You will respect me and do what I fucking tell you what to do." He started to stumble to his chair. "And you better get that damn food before tomorrow night or you are get beaten..bitch."
I struggled to get up with my cut arm and my head hurts like hell from hitting the wall. I got up and walked towards the stairs to go to my room.
I cleaned up my arm and to be honest I don't care anymore. I hurt myself anyway so all well. I put on my hoodie and my sweats and climbed into bed and fell asleep.
-~+*+~-
I woke up with a sore arm that hurts like hell, and got a headache. It is 6:32 am and I don't wanna go to school, but if I stayed I will get beaten up. I made sure my sleeves were down so no one could see my cut. I put a somewhat of a bandage so it wouldn't get infected or something. I ran down stairs grabbed something small to eat. I was starving considering I didn't eat anything last night. I heard my dad climb out of his bed. I sprinted outside. I went out back and jumped on to my bike and put my helmet on and left before anything could happen.
A couple houses down I saw Damion get into his car he was looking at me but I don't think he knows it's me. I didn't know he lived around here. But I also don't know anything about anyone around here. I sped up and past him.
I was going into the school parking lot and parked on the last row somewhat in the middle. I got off and was walking towards the school I still had like an hour before school started. I was stopped by a voice saying my name. I turned around to see who it was, Damian.
"Yea?"
"That was your bike?"
"Yep."
"Sweet ride."
"Um thank you."
"Why are you wearing a hoodie it's gonna hot today."
"Cause I can and I only wear hoodies I like hoodies."
"Mk."
I try to walk faster but since he is taller than me he has longer legs and can walk with me, ugh.
"Why are you talking to me, not to sound rude or anything."
"Cause I can." He said winking at me. "And you are also new so you must not have anyone here that you know so maybe help you make friends."
"I don't make friends and I go alone anywhere, okay? Bye"
I walked away with my head down.
"Hey wait."
"What?" I didn't turn around he grabbed my arm kinda hard and I kinda hissed with pain a little.
"Oh my I'm sorry did I grab your arm too hard?"
"Yea just a little."
"Sorry, what's wrong with your arm?"
"None of your business," I snapped
-~+*+~-
First bell rang and I went to my class. Mrs. Maroon said good morning and all, didn't really listen. "...and Lydia you are right here." I hear as I lift my head up.
My seat is in the back thank the lord, but I sit by Damion. Why. I sit down and pull my sketch book out and sketch.
"Hey... you are a good drawer you know that?" Damion whispers.
"Thanks," I whisper back, wanting to ignore him.
The bell rang and I pretty much jogged out. The school day was boring as any school is.
I sit alone on a table eating nothing and just drawing, and doing my doodling thing in peace, with my earbuds in.
-~+*+~-
The final bell rang and I rushed to my bike so I wouldn't have people stare at me.
I almost got to my house and realized I forgot food. Damn it! I turned around and went to the store for ten minutes get some food. I got to the house and it was really quiet. I took the groceries and put them away where they should be. I took a couple protein bars up to my room so I don't have to come down here.
I was almost done with one of my protein bars and I heard the door slam, I immediately froze up.
"LY- LYDIA GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE NOW!" My loving father yelled at me. I went down stairs, when I reached the bottom step a bottle was thrown at me giving me a small scrape on my cheek.
"Cook me something I don't care what just do it.. I'll be on the couch. Also you little shit when you done bring me a bottle of beer."
Fuck my life. Looks like I'm cutting tonight.