If Heaven were on Earth

Nicole's POV:

Andy was actually a really sweet guy. He paid for my ice cream (despite my protests) and held my hand as we walked (something I did not expect) and just overall made me smile.

That was until we got back to my house.

He pressed me against the door, his lips attacking mine. He wrapped me up in his arms and carried me upstairs, setting me down on my bed. While at first I was terrified of being this close to him, it eventually passed as he was very gentle with me. He didn't push me at all, and we just talked and kissed for a while.

That was when my parents car pulled up into the driveway, over two days late. I scrambled up from Andy's embrace, fixing my room and my hair before quickly ushering Andy up.

"You need to get out of here before they get inside!" I hissed at him, straightening my blankets on my bed.

He rolled his eyes, placing his hands on my shoulders, "it's fine babe, I'll just stay up here."

I frantically shook my head as the front door opened, shutting with a loud, not to mention violent bang. Curses were heard and loud stompa indicated they were coming up the stairs. I winced with every bulldozer step, and practically pushed Andy towards the window.

"Please Andy! Get out of here before they see you!" I begged him, but he didn't move.

His gaze darkened as he glowered at the door, his body tense. "No, Nicole, I'm not leaving you. They seem angry, I'm not leaving you."

"Yes you are, I'm fine!" I pleaded, opening the window.

He hesitated, taking in my frazzled appearance, before giving in. "Fine, but call me when you're alone. And I'll pick you up if they so much as touch you."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, and kissed him goodbye as he leapt out the window onto the flat part of the roof.

I breathed out a sigh of relief and shut the window just as my door opened, slamming angry onto the wall, cracking the drywall. I gulped and fiddled with a strand of hair as I watched as my parents stumbled in, leaning heavily on one another.

One look at them would say they were hungover, but I knew better. They were still insanely plastered, though their eyes were tinted red and rimmed in dark circles. Their clothing was rumpled and hanging off their slouched shoulders and their hair was a complete mess. My mom's makeup was ruined, and she was missing the heel on one of her shoe's.

"H-hi guys," I stuttered, trying to ignore their flighty appearance.

My dad's eyes ran up and down my body in a way that made my skin crawl. He licked his cracked lips before sauntering over to me, my mom leaning against the door frame, her gaze unfocused.

He gently cupped my cheek, running his fingers down my cheek and the left side of my body, making me squirm. I inches away from him slowly, and he rode his palm, smacking me across the face.

"No moving," he snapped.

I nodded, holding back tears as I glanced at my mom. She stared back blankly. No help, as usual.

My dad hit me again, to get my attention, and I winced this time. Already aware of it bruising beneath the skin.

Notes

Short update - another one coming tonight

uh oh, so her parents are awful. That's not good.