Chapter 12: What Happens Next

❤" Friday Morning "❤

🏫" At School "🏫

😬" Ryan's POV "😬

"See ya in a bit guys.", I say waving to Summer, Stacey, and Blake as me and Ember walked to our first period art.

We walk in and we sit the back. The teacher walks in and the class starts.

🔔" 30 Minutes Later "🔔

"Ryan Smith to the front office please, Ryan Smith front office please.", the announcement speakers speak and I gulp last time I was called up to the office was a terrible day. My parents were checking me outta school, I was supposed to be going to a doctors appointment but slight detour, we went home instead. There was no doctors appointment, the doctors appointment was faker Ryan barbie could ever be.

I get up outta my chair and push it back underneath the table. Ember looks up at me confused and I give her a reassuring look. I walk outta the classroom and to the front office.

When I get to the front office door I get this weird feeling as if something bad is gonna happen. I just shake the feeling off and open the door and walk in.

As I walk in I see my parents. Yay me! (Note the sarcasm). When I look up at their faces I see them smirking as if they just did the best thing ever.

"Yes I'dike to check my daughter out for the rest of the day, she should be able to come back on Monday.", I hear my mother say which causes fear to run through out my body but I don't show it.

"Okay, just sign here and you guys are good to go.", the lady in the chair behind the desk said handing my mother a pen and paper. My mother signed it and looked at me with a fake happy smile, then her fake smile turned into a fake worried look.

"OH MY DEAR GOODNESS!", she yells sounding worried and running over to me and hugging me tight

"Play along or else it's gonna be a lot worse.", she whispers and my ear causing to nod slightly.

"Oh my baby, what happen to you?", she asks with fake concern.

"N-nothing momma I just fell down the stairs this morning.", I told her sounding as realistic as I could.

"Oh baby girl, how many times do I have to tell you to be careful.", she says still hints of fake concern in her voice. I looked over my mother's shoulder to see my father with the most victorious smirk ever.

"Okay princess we need to get you home.", she says grabbing my hands. I haven't heard her call me that since Zoey died. It may not mean anything to her and all this was an act but, that word meant just about everything to me. That's what my mother and father used to call us. They used to call us their princesses.

They'd tell us how pretty we were running around pretending to be warrior princesses. I loved it back then.

I'm snapped outta my thoughts when I feel a stinging sensation hit me on my right cheek. I fling my hand up and touch my cheek.

"What the fucking he'll is wrong with you?!", she yelled at me after we got in her new ford. I despise fords. You know what Ford stands for?

Fucked

Over

Rated

Dodge

FORD

I'm sorry I just, ugh!

"I'm sorry ma'am.", I say to her hoping she won't hit me.

"You better fucking be sorry!", she yells as we drive out of the schools parking lot.

Oh God, I'm really hoping that this isn't going to be a whole ton of bad mixed. I truly hope not.

☆" After The Beatings "☆

I'm laying in bed right now unable to move. I'm wondering how in the hell can my body still be working after all these years of abuse.

I think the worse part about this is that I can't actually escape from my parents. I mean yeah they work jobs that barely get us by and I'm going to be working soon too, especially with the two side jobs I got. I either have work after school or on the weekends but, they told me I could start next week since I said I couldn't make it to work this weekend cause something came up.

The places I'm working at have pretty nice people working there and the bosses are polite and very understanding women so thats a plus.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!", I hear ny mother yell. I force myself to sit up and get outta bed. I walk down the stairs and see who she's yelling at. I'm surprised when I see Stacey at the door.

"Oh um, I'm just a girl scout wanting to know if you want some-", and before she could finish my mother slammed the door in her face.

I'm guessing that it was still Stacey knocking on the door so I opened the door quietly and closed back quietly when I walked out in after my mother left the room.

"What the hell are you doing here Stacey?!", I whisper yelled at her and she shrugs.

"I figured I'd check on you.", she says

"What happened to you?", she asks and I start to feel frustrated.

"Why does everyone ask me that?! Just don't worry about, no my parents didn't do it either. The real question is, how the hell did you find out where I lived?", I ask her and she shrugs

"I'm a great detective.", she says with a wink.

"Don't wink at me like that it's weird.", I tell her

"And besides, I think I know someone who'd love to go out with you.", I whisper to her and she blushes.

"You do know who I'm talking about, right?", I ask her and she nods.

"Good now...", I say to her turning her around

"Go get her.", I say smacking her butt.

"Ow! Don't do that.", she says walking away. I walk back inside only to be faced by my father.