Goodbye Agony

Orianna's POV

i walked to the little speaker for my music that i had saved up for a bought a few years ago. i turned on say something and walked to a few boxes. i had began to unpack the mis matched furniture for my room. its not that we couldnt afford matching furniture. its that no way in hell would i ever ask my dad to buy me it. he would get mad at me. i had already gotten it really bad when i came home one day with my blue and green hair one day. i had been so happy when my friend Nirvana did it for me. That had been the only birthday present i had since mom died. this furniture, is the same stuff i've had since my mom died. i was 10. my family wasn't perfect then. but my mom was pregnant with a little girl when she was in a head on collision with a semi. dad started drinking and losing intrest in things. when i was 13 he hit me for the first time. i had started crying and he fell to his knees and told me he was sorry. but when i was 14, he did it again and when i had cried, he hit me harder. i learned crying doesn't make bad things stop.

sloppy steps wondered around downstairs. i heard the squeak of his chair and knew he'd sleep there for at least thirty minutes or so. it was snowing. i walk to my window and sit there. across the street there is this guy. he was tall and thin but, he looked, powerful. he had a beautiful, defined jaw line and his face was angelic. he had long black hair and a blonde streak in the front. i could tell he was wearing eyeliner from where i was. he was in all black, tight skinny jeans, a black flag t-shirt with big boots and a leather jacket. he was hot to say the least.

"ORIANNA!" shit no more daydreaming. i pulled the curtain closed as best i could before my dad barged into the room with way more force than i had expected. He began yelling profanities at me and i couldn't make out what he was saying just a few cuss words like cunt, bitch, whore then he grabbed me. my wrists burned as he yanked me tward him.

"What have i told you about not listening?!" he spat in my face. he then thrusted me onto the floor and kicked my stomach. i began gasping for breath and coughing out my lungs until he yelled at me to get up. i did as i was told. i heard a faint knock from downstairs, my dad didn't seem to hear. he pushed me into the wall with a thud.

he went to grab me again and i pushed him back.

"Don't fight back or you'll get it worse you little bitch!" this time i could smell the alcohol on his breath. i squeezed my eyes closed tight and tried to go to a happy place and i felt my fathers grip on me fall away and i fell to the floor i pictured the time me and my mom were sitting in the car singing Green Day music back when i was 10 it was the last time i ever saw her.

I heard a deep gravely, yet smooth voice talk, yanking me from my day dream. then i saw the guy i had seen in the window standing between me and my dad. he was in a strong defensive stance. his fists clenched in a pair of fingerless biker gloves. his nails were painted black and he was tall. was he protecting me?

No.

no one has ever stood up for me. dad probably knocked me out and i'm dreaming

Notes

Oh Ori... You're not dreaming anymore