Would Anyone Want To Do A Soap With Little Old Me?
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Thread Topic: Would Anyone Want To Do A Soap With Little Old Me?
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I turned back and sighed. "Nah, I usually don't sing around other people."
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I gasped. "No no! I meant on the radio and stuff. Not your singing. You could sing anything. Tis' you're choi-" I was cut off the by the bell.
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I sighed in relief and started heading to the exit. "Oh, got it."
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I walked next to him. "Yeah...Well, I guess I'll see you tommrow?"
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I turned to look at him. "Yeah. See ya then."
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I smiled, and walked off in the direction of the one story house that my mother and I lived in.
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I walked toward our apartment, hoping to not encounter the bullies. No such luck.
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I'm totally letting Jackson off the hook by letting him go home safe~
I unlocked the door, and passed out on the floor was my mother.
"Again?" I whispered, closing the door behind me. I sighed as the alcohol stench slapped me in the face. Moving away from her and the smell, I made my way to my room. -
Summing up here.
30 minutes and 4 cracked knuckles later, I left the scene of the beating with a bloody nose, a red eye, a smashed jaw, and god knows how many fist marks on my body. -
I see. .3.
A bit of a while after id settled, I heard shuffling footsteps in the hallway.
"Jackson, baby?"
"Yeah, Ma?" She walked in, and approached me. Taking me in her arms, she whispered.
"Yer' a good soon, ya hear?" I nodded.
"Good. Love ya." She said as she left. -
I walked the rest of the way to my house, only to get another beating from my father. The excuse? Not getting home on time. Great.
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When she didn't hear me say I love you back, which I did, she turned on her hell, screaming.
"YOURE JUST LIKE YOUR DAMN FATHER! Never loved anything." She got up in my face. "Why don't I slit my throat like yer daddy? Yeh, yer father didn't die in no accident. He slit his throat." Pained, I pushed her out, slamming the door. -
I left for my room, bruised and bloody. No way I was going to be able to cover this up with a jacket, the boys were out for revenge, and Dad was high.
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I laid in my bed.
"And now I'm told you took your own life.
Dad, is that right?
Have I been begging for you thinking you died truthfully.
Dad, do you know how bad this is gonna haunt me?" -
I flopped down in my bed, wincing at the pain. I couldn't move my legs...
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