The Nerdy Bad Boy and The Bad Ass Freak

Stupid Stupid Me

Damon pov

    I feel bad it isn't my place to judge Rebecca and here I am being all judgemental. UGH if only she knew where I was coming from though. She doesn't understand why I'm disappointed in her. She doesn't know why I hate violence if Rebecca did then she wouldn't be mad at me. I will just say sorry later but I can't tell her why I was disappointed. I know she had a good reason but I have a good reason too. 

    Just then I get a text from Rebecca asking if we are still doing the project. I say yeah and that I will pick her up but she says that she'll walk to school once it's over. Weird it's not like I don't know where she lives but if it's what she wants who am I to argue, she would probably be too stubborn to change her mind anyways. I decide to just respond with okay and will apologize in person, she deserves that. 

    I walk outside after the final bell and spot Rebecca Immediately but she isn't alone. I go over to notice she is talking to Jessica. "So the reason came over was because I was wondering if you would like to join girls night. It's just me and Ella we will be at my house. We'll watch movies, eat junk food, gossip, and drink. It will be nice to have another girl. Pleaseeee come" "why me there are plenty of other girls?" "yes but you seem cool and besides you never hangout with anyone everyone needs friends so come on please come." "fine" Jessica then gives her the biggest smile possible and they switch numbers. 

    After Jessica leaves I go up to Rebecca ”ready?" I asked and all she did was nod. The drive to my house was filled with awkward silence the whole time I am trying to build up the courage to apologize. I never felt so relieved to be home. I will apologize after putting Alex down for a nap. 

    We walk in and next thing we know Alex is running towards us. "Damon! Damon!" she tried to whisper yell but just came out as a yell. “What?” She looked scared and worried not even noticing Rebecca. Once she stops in front of me and catches her breath she says in a whispered tone not looking up at me “Dad's home.” 

    My blood went cold I should have known by the panic in her voice. I look at Rebecca and she just has a confused look on her face. Alex finally notices her and has Rebecca pick her up. 

    “Lets go to the park, It's nice out why waste it inside.” I said. Rebecca gives me a suspicious look but agrees and Alex happily yells yay.

    On the way there I was playing Alex’s favorite songs and she was singing her little heart out. Rebecca seemed to be in a better mood because she was giggling her angelic giggle. I was looking at her out the corner of my eye with an amused look plastered on my face. When we got to the park  Alex ran to the slides and Rebecca and I went to a table. 

    When we sat down I was the first to speak up “hey I am sorry for the way I acted I don’t blame you for what you did I just hate violence.” “It’s okay everyone's entitled to their own opinion” I gave her a small smile and we got to work on our project but looked over to check on Alex every couple of minutes. 

    Once it started getting dark Alex convinced us to take her for ice cream after I dropped Rebecca off then took Alex and I home. I was thankful the whole time Rebecca didn’t ask about my dad. When we got home I made supper and helped Alex get ready for bed and read her a bedtime story. She passed out almost immediately as I started to read which didn’t surprise me since she missed her nap. When I finished with her I went to my room and started my school work. 

    In the middle of doing homework my bedroom door burst open and my father barged in. I could smell the alcohol from the desk across my room that I was working at. “You worthless piece of s**t your the reason your mom left you deserve to die you bastard, your the reason I lost the love of my life.” That is just the beginning of it. He continues to curse at me and starts punching and kicking every part of me he can get a hold of. When he is finally finished I am on the ground in the fetal position holding back the tears as he leaves me there bruised and bleeding. 

    When I know he won’t hear me I let the sobs fall from my mouth. The thing that hurts the most is he doesn’t have to be drunk to be like this it just means the beating is worse and less sloppy. I know I deserve it though It is my fault mom left. 

    I finally get up off the floor and head to the bathroom to check out the damage and shower away the blood. Damn I am definitely going to have bruises on my face, a cut on my lip and a couple of my ribs broken and more but those are my greatest worries right now everything else isn’t going to be noticeable or I will be able to hide the pain but I can’t for the ribs and face. 

    I got in the shower and washed the blood away. The warm water hurts against my body but I suck it up. I am used to the physical pain but the mental not so much I don’t think and I don’t think I ever will. I know what we're thinking, why don’t I fight back? I am a muscular guy and could probably win but I don’t want to. I will never hurt my father and I deserve the pain that he is inflicting on me. I deserve to be hurt in every way imaginable. All I ever created was problems and sadness. 

    After my shower I just went to sleep. I didn’t feel like doing homework anymore. Next morning I feel like death and I don’t think even if I tried I Would be able to go to school. I called school then my friends to tell them I am not feeling well and won’t be able to go to school. 

    Luckily the babysitter is here today so she will be taking care of Alex. I don’t think I could in this state. I get up to get breakfast and ready to say hi to Alex if she down here which she isn't. As much as I hate it, Alex has seen me like this before it is hard to hide it from someone you see everyday. I am munching on toast at the dining table and Alex comes in .

    “Hey Da-” she cuts herself off and her smile quickly turns into a frown by looking at me. Even at her age she knows dad isn’t a good man but as long as he is only hitting me and not her I am okay with her here in the same house as him, not happy but can live with it for now. “I’m okay” I reassure her. 

    She hasn’t put two and two together about dad’s the one who is beats me. She doesn’t comment on how I look because of dad even though she is still frowning. We talk and eat then I go to my room and rest leaving her with the babysitter but not before promising when I wake up we will watch a movie together. The babysitter has keys so she can get in and out of the house so I don’t need to let her in. 

    After my nap and endless amounts of Disney movies with Alex I check the time. It is 5pm which means school was out awhile ago. I sent the babysitter home when I woke up from my nap so I didn’t even realize the time. I finally check my phone to see if I have any text because I haven’t checked it all day. 

    As I get to it the phone lights up someone is calling. I gasp when I see who it is and hurry up and answer. After standing there for a moment to stund to say anything I hear a very angry “Hello!!!”  It sounded calm but could tell their holding back and was furious. Uh oh I‘m in trouble.