i don't know
you don't know
Jess's pov.
"what have i done now? huh? i just talked to you and you start to be a bitch" he almost screamed.
"you haven't done something get, but you'll go away, maybe out, drink and then you're coming home and then hell is here" i screamed back.
"i don't do something when i'm drunk" he screamed and ofcurse he took the bottle and started to drink.
"you don't even know what you're doing when you're drunk" i said and walked into my room.
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i woke up and heard a big smash. i runned into the livingroom. Ken sat down on the floor, the table was smashed on the floor, the bottle he drinked was in 1000 splits on the floor.
"what did you do?" i whispered. he looked up at me, his eyes where so red, almost black.
"she loved that table, and now it's broken.. how could you and why?" i asked.
"you can't love a table" he screamed.
"she could and she did" i said. he slowly looked at the table and then at me. he took up a split, a big one of the table and looked at it. then he throwed it on me.
"what are you doing?" i screamed and looked at him. he walked to me and i took steps back, until i hitted the wall.
"don't tell me what she loved" he said and he was so close. he putted his hand on my cheek and i turned my head.
"don't touch me" i whispered.
"just have some fun, your mother is never going to know, just for once" he whispered into my ear.
"don't stop it" i said and tried to walk away but he stood in my way.
"don't be a kid" he said loud.
"get of me" i screamed and pusched him away. he just stood there and looked at me. then he came to me and slapped my cheek, hard.
"Don't push me Jessica, you know i hate it" he warned and walked away.i could feel how my cheek hurted like hell. but i just walked into my room and laid down in my bed.
"i miss you mom" i whispered.
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next day.
i woke up and took a long shower, straigheted my hair and putted on a bandana. i putted fondation in my face so you couldn't see it. then i did my cheeks red and fixed my eyebrows, did black eyeliner with a wing and mascara. i putted on black skinny jeans and a white big sweather with the text : bitch please, i'm a dimond.
i took a big breath and walked into the kitchen.
"what have i done now? huh? i just talked to you and you start to be a bitch" he almost screamed.
"you haven't done something get, but you'll go away, maybe out, drink and then you're coming home and then hell is here" i screamed back.
"i don't do something when i'm drunk" he screamed and ofcurse he took the bottle and started to drink.
"you don't even know what you're doing when you're drunk" i said and walked into my room.
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i woke up and heard a big smash. i runned into the livingroom. Ken sat down on the floor, the table was smashed on the floor, the bottle he drinked was in 1000 splits on the floor.
"what did you do?" i whispered. he looked up at me, his eyes where so red, almost black.
"she loved that table, and now it's broken.. how could you and why?" i asked.
"you can't love a table" he screamed.
"she could and she did" i said. he slowly looked at the table and then at me. he took up a split, a big one of the table and looked at it. then he throwed it on me.
"what are you doing?" i screamed and looked at him. he walked to me and i took steps back, until i hitted the wall.
"don't tell me what she loved" he said and he was so close. he putted his hand on my cheek and i turned my head.
"don't touch me" i whispered.
"just have some fun, your mother is never going to know, just for once" he whispered into my ear.
"don't stop it" i said and tried to walk away but he stood in my way.
"don't be a kid" he said loud.
"get of me" i screamed and pusched him away. he just stood there and looked at me. then he came to me and slapped my cheek, hard.
"Don't push me Jessica, you know i hate it" he warned and walked away.i could feel how my cheek hurted like hell. but i just walked into my room and laid down in my bed.
"i miss you mom" i whispered.
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next day.
i woke up and took a long shower, straigheted my hair and putted on a bandana. i putted fondation in my face so you couldn't see it. then i did my cheeks red and fixed my eyebrows, did black eyeliner with a wing and mascara. i putted on black skinny jeans and a white big sweather with the text : bitch please, i'm a dimond.
i took a big breath and walked into the kitchen.
