Why can't they just stop fighting? I'm sick of all the screaming and hitting and pushing. It's bad enough when they just do it towards each other, but now it's aimed towards me too! Usually they don't hit me unless their super drunk, but I guess they decided that they want to take their anger out on me instead of each other!!
Flashback...
"You are worthless!!!! te don't even deserve to be alive!! te should listen to all those stupid socs and just kill yourself!!" My parents say as they throw me up against the bacheca and punch, punzone me in my stomach as I slide down the dirty walls. Over and over again they kick me in the stomach screaming insults at me. te see most adults don't know about the rivalry between the socs and the greasers but my parents, being young themselves (they had me when they were fifteen) knew all about it! And even though they were greasers themselves they rooted for the socs because they wanted me dead just like all of those socs! As soon as my parents head over to the cabinet to get out the booze I hop up and limp out of the house and down the street. I run till I find a nice park and I sit on the playground and curl up in a ball holding my stomach. I pull up my camicia in the moonlight and can already see bruises forming. Just then I hear a cry of pain coming from a house nearby. I jump up an run towards the noise. It came from a small shabby house, I sneak up to it and look through its grubby window. At first I can't see anything so I rub the window with my small hand and the fog disappears. I glance around and see a guy beating a kid who looked to be about my age. "No!!" I scream. He glances up for a moment and stops beating him. The boy takes that moment to jump up and run out the front door. I grab his hand and we run back to the park and hid. "Hey, my names (y/n)" I say. He looks up at me shaking and I notice how gorgeous he is. He has big brown eyes, tan skin, hair black as night and a scar da his eye. He's shaking as he says "hi I'm Johnny..." I hug him as he starts to cry "why did te try to stop him?" He asks me while sobbing. I pull his face up to look at mine "because, I like you!!" He looks back and forth from my eyes to my lips and then quickly leans in and kisses me. He pulls back fast "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to!!!!!" I smile at him "it's okay" I say while bringing my lips to his once again
Flashback...
"You are worthless!!!! te don't even deserve to be alive!! te should listen to all those stupid socs and just kill yourself!!" My parents say as they throw me up against the bacheca and punch, punzone me in my stomach as I slide down the dirty walls. Over and over again they kick me in the stomach screaming insults at me. te see most adults don't know about the rivalry between the socs and the greasers but my parents, being young themselves (they had me when they were fifteen) knew all about it! And even though they were greasers themselves they rooted for the socs because they wanted me dead just like all of those socs! As soon as my parents head over to the cabinet to get out the booze I hop up and limp out of the house and down the street. I run till I find a nice park and I sit on the playground and curl up in a ball holding my stomach. I pull up my camicia in the moonlight and can already see bruises forming. Just then I hear a cry of pain coming from a house nearby. I jump up an run towards the noise. It came from a small shabby house, I sneak up to it and look through its grubby window. At first I can't see anything so I rub the window with my small hand and the fog disappears. I glance around and see a guy beating a kid who looked to be about my age. "No!!" I scream. He glances up for a moment and stops beating him. The boy takes that moment to jump up and run out the front door. I grab his hand and we run back to the park and hid. "Hey, my names (y/n)" I say. He looks up at me shaking and I notice how gorgeous he is. He has big brown eyes, tan skin, hair black as night and a scar da his eye. He's shaking as he says "hi I'm Johnny..." I hug him as he starts to cry "why did te try to stop him?" He asks me while sobbing. I pull his face up to look at mine "because, I like you!!" He looks back and forth from my eyes to my lips and then quickly leans in and kisses me. He pulls back fast "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to!!!!!" I smile at him "it's okay" I say while bringing my lips to his once again
