The Bad Boy's Sweetheart

"Mommy, why is he beating you all the time?" I said, hands shivering around the thin quilt.

"Because even love is in the form of darkness." She said back with a smile as we both were locked up in the room.

"Where were you, kid?" My dad yelled as he shoved me to the couch. I laughed at his surprising question, he never asked unless he wanted me to take another blonde fuck for him.

"Walking." I hissed as my back ached from the rough push. My dad had good aim. He was always like that around me and my mom, he never loved her.

The foul smoke erupted everywhere in the small apartment. We only had one living room where dad slept and my tiny room since dad liked to

spend more on prostitutes and drinks.

"You didn't make my dinner." I rolled my eyes at his accusation, it wasn't like we had anything to eat.

"Fuck you and your dinner.” I stood up in rage as he clutched my shirt and dragged me to my room, he took his sweet ass off of his favorite couch just to beat me up. I laughed harder as every punch cracked my face and my dad got even more defensive. He left me alone after he realized

he had spilled all my blood out for a while. I knew he didn't have the guts to kill me because he needed me for his benefit.

I didn't move from the floor as I stared up the ceiling and cried for my mom.

The blonde haired girl didn't come to school today, I hadn't seen her, not that I cared anyway.

to stand beside me as the

I was in a sour mood today due to a headache and the back pain

remembered our encounter yesterday, she seemed so worn out and defeated. Now,

back to her house that was near mine. I put the frozen pea pack on my swollen cheek and jaw, but my

Mrs. Brenda." The

were working hard for the winter ball, I can’t wait to hear you.” I scoffed lowly at the fact that the girl was the teacher's pet. Mrs. Brenda, the Biology

light pink sweater with brown knee lengthed pants that made her emerald eyes stand out. Her hair was styled in curls as

function of sperms?" I hadn't heard my name until she repeated

whole class laughed and Mrs. Brenda scowled at me then proceeded to ask different people, I

to her chair with amusement. I was the one to break eye contact as I grabbed my

answer, dude." I stopped at my locker to see

The guy rolled his eyes

his hand out for

was a social outcast, I could have been potentially famous here but I chose not to, these high school

Before I could reply, he gave me a

instrument with strong emotions? I had no idea. I looked at the door window as Evannie played with tears coming down her eyes, she wiped them with the back of her hand as she stopped. I didn't know what was I doing when I opened the door and she turned to stare at me. "Why are you crying?" I asked her like I had known her for a

questioned back in a hushed tone. Grabbing her bag, she stood up and faced me. Her emerald eyes searching for something from my amber

just curious.” I snapped, she continued to stare at the silence wrapped