“What the fuck!?” I heard the voice of my father’s angered tone, a belt stuffed in his hand and his arm low to the ground as he held it.

I had just stared at him, opening my mouth to speak but he grabbed my collar of my shirt, slamming me into my bedroom wall behind me. I groaned, the old scars on my back filling me with pain. I held his shoulders, keeping him back but his face in mine.

“Don’t you dare fucking talk back boy!” He yelled, punching my face, and slamming me into the wall again.

I stood still, staring at him like I didn’t give a fuck, a sigh came out of him as he gave up and just pushed me one more time before storming out my room and slamming the door behind him. I gasped, like I had been holding my breath for so long.

A FEW MINUTES LATER

I had made my way to the only persons house that I knew close to me. Kamia’s, which fucking sucked. I hated her, well more like my parents hated her parents and didn’t want me to be near her. As I stepped up to the front door I watched it immediately open, and I froze in shock. Did she know I was gonna be here, the fuck?

I watched the door open, Kamia standing there. My eyes trailed down her body, a black long sleeves shirt that was tight against her skin and had formed a U shape along her chest and her pants a fuzzy texture. I groaned, clearing my throat and looking at her face again. God damn… I cleared my throat again, clearing my thoughts for good and just keeping my eyes to hers.