Andy
Well, my mom’s a bitch. She promised she’d take me to the DMV to get my license and she hasn’t shown up yet. I have been waiting for her for an hour and she hasn’t done as much as call me or text me. She claims I am the irresponsible jackass and she’s the one that refuses to call me when she knows I’m waiting. I pulled out my cigarettes and lit one while standing in front of the café she told me to wait for her at. I glanced down the street hoping I’d see her blue Chevy but so far nothing. I pulled out my cellphone and dialed her number.

“Hi, Andrew.” She sighed.

“Mom, it’s been an hour, where are you?” I said through clenched teeth.

“I’m sorry, pumpkin but I won’t be able to take you today. They need me at the office.” I groaned and sighed.

“Fine, I guess I’ll just go hang out with Ashley or something.”

“I really am sorry, sweetheart.” I hung up before she could say goodbye. She always blew me off! But this time it pissed me off because I really want a car of my own and without a driver’s license I’m stuck taking the bus. I glanced at my watch and walked towards the park. Looks like I’m drawing today.


Bill
“SAY IT, BITCH! SAY YOU LIKE IT!” My father shouted. Tears ran down my face as I cried in pain. I shook my head no and he punched me in the face.

“I SAID SAY IT!” He repeated. I bit my lip and let out a huge choked sob.

“I like it.” I cried.

“Now, say you’re a dirty little slut that nobody will ever love.”

“Please…stop.” Another punch.

“Say it!”

“I…am a…dirty little slut…that nobody will ever love.” I sobbed. He smiled and shoved himself deeper into me. I wanted to die right there. I would never get used to this. I will always cry every time this man climbs onto my and treats me like a woman and not like his son.

“That’s my good little Bill.” He pulled himself from me and climbed off me.

“Get cleaned up and get out of my house!” He slurred. I cried as I limped to the bathroom and started to wash my body. He’s kicking me out for the night meaning one of his whores are coming over and he doesn’t want the family embarrassment here to ruin it for him. I carefully reapplied my makeup and slowly slipped my clothes onto a bruised broken body. I exited the bathroom and his large hand grabbed my neck and pushed me into the wall. He ran his hot tongue along my neck and smirked.

“You taste good. When I’m done with her I might go round two on you.” He chuckled and pushed me down the stairs. I hit the floor with a bang and he laughed. A glass bottle landed on the floor next to me and I rolled out of the way so the glass couldn’t cut me.

“GET OUT!” I raced out the door and my feet brought me to the park. I slumped down by a tree and looked over at the benches. There he was, just as beautiful as always. He was drawing in his sketch book and listening to his MP3 player. He is so amazing. I wish I could be as carefree as him. He had no worries in the world. He went to prestigious private school; he came here numerous times in the uniform for Sacred Heart Academy. I went to a bland public school where I am bullied constantly for my looks. He was perfect and I am a dirty whore that lets my dad fuck me when he pleases.

Andy

Drawing was my passion and I enjoyed it very much. My wrist started to hurt so I stopped to take a break and that’s when I saw a boy staring at me. He looked like he was absorbing my features as if I were food. Whatever, I know that my looks usually got me plenty of stares. But I’ve never seen him before. I’d sure love to draw him though. I memorized his looks and flipped to a new page in my book. I carefully drew out the delicate lines of his face and then once I finished I looked into the eyes I drew. He had such sad eyes. Why would someone like him be sad?

Notes

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