Andrew walked me to my door. I stopped short and grabbed the door knob, turning around to look at Andrew. He sighed and moved his hand up to my cheek, running his fingers threw my hair and pushing it my hair behind my ears. "Do you wanna hang out tomorrow?" Andrew asked me, I looked at him, worried a bit. "I could bring the guys if you want?" Andrew chuckled, nervously. Damn, that boy can read my mind. I hesitantly nodded. Andrew smiled and kissed my forehead. "I'll pick you up tomorrow before school." Andrew told me and started walking off my porch. Wait, what? I grabbed his arm and pulled him back so he couldn't leave, Andrew turned around and looked at me. I looked at him confused. "Oh, I'm driving you to school." Andrew explained, I tilted my head to the side, confused. "Protection." he stated. Andrew smiled and placed his finger grabbing my chin and pulled me closer pressing his lips to minute for a moment whispering, "Sweet dreams." He pulled away and walked off the porch.
I walked inside, making it three steps before I heard people. "Remains Vanity Kolb!" my foster mother yelled, walking into the room obviously mad. She walked up to me, "Where the hell have you been?" she screamed at me and moments later my foster father walked in.
"Where the fuck did you go?" my foster father yelled walking over to me and grabbing the collar of my shirt. I stayed silent the whole time. I pushed him off my shirt and started walking toward the stairs but before I could go upstairs, my foster mother grabbed me by my hair and pulled me back to the ground.
"Why are you so disobedient?" she yelled. Cause even though you are suppose to be my "parents" you ignore me unless I am doing something bad. "Speak!" she screamed at me. I growled and stood up from the floor and marched up the stairs ignoring their screams. They never cared about me not speaking before so why should they now.
I walked into my bedroom, to tired to fight back. I stood in front of my vanity mirror, was my mother trying to make a joke when she gave me Vanity as my middle name? She was a complete bitch about my first name why not my middle name.
I examined my face, for any bruises, just a little one on the side of my cheek. I checked my head, nothing too bad, then my stomach, the new bandage was now soaked with blood. It seemed into my sleeve a bit, dripping down my arm over the huge length scar going from my shoulder to my elbow from when my biological mother broke her bong pipe on me, for crying. I felt a pang of sadness in me. I miss those times after I left the orphanage and moved here. I met Kyr and we had fun together. She would stand up for me when I got bullied for my name, she was the only one who understands me but now when I see her at school she pretends she doesn't know me and just taunts me like the others. I wish I could go back to the time when I was innocent. Just an innocent little girl.
Isn't it a shame when someone who hasn't been in the world long but has seen enough of the world to wish to not live in it? I don't want to see any more of the world if this is what it is.