a public blog for you guys to read :p hahaha. enjoy!

let's take Dia from Zeke's story, The Broken Records. As you all know (if you guys read her story), she was a drug dealer. got it from her dad, William. Went to rehab for 4 months. after rehab, she met a hot and popular jock, BraD, and fell in love with him eversince. she was a miss goody two shoes, until her drug dealing days came back to her and haunted her. In episode 7 of The Broken Records, Dia died of overdosing on drugs and her boyfriend, BraD killed himself by shooting himself in the head. Okay, done with the intro. :D here's how the story goes.

A Blast From The Past.

The door slammed open. I jumped and ran towards the door, curiously wondering who it was. It was dad, who just got back home dripping wet from his tour with his band. Yes, I have a dad as a rockstar.

As I wanted to walk back to the living room, I caught a sight of my dad holding a beer bottle. Or two. Crap. I ran ro my room. Where should I start? Dad's a tremendous drunk. Beats me up. And my sister. And mom. And you know what drunk people do when their drunk. Hit things, scream, beat their family members and god knows what other things they do. Did I mention my dad does drugs to? No? Yeah he does. Which makes things alot more worser. I thought, this will be all over. Since I am going to boarding school in a few days. St. Mary's Boarding School, Calabasas, Texas. It's probabbly every girl's dream to go there. I couldn't wait. But spare me, I'm still gonna get beaten up everyday till I get outta here.

My current school here in New York was alright. I used to get straight As in almost every subject. Until, well, the beating and all started. It took over my school life. I thought about how painful the bruises were. Leaving a scar on my body. Scratches here and there. Because of that, my grades were dropping. And if dad finds out, it'll be 100 times worser than just beating and shouting.

Knock. Knock. Knock. There was a loud knock on the door. Crap. I'm guessing, wait no. I am sure that it's dad.

"Y-yes? Who is it?" I shouted.
"ADIA WAILA BECKETT OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR AND COME OUT HERE NOW!"
"Shit. Please don't tell me he's gonna beat me up just because of a C in math."
"ADIA!"
"GOD. I'm coming!"
I quickly walked towards the door and turned the knob around. Once the door opened, I saw dad holding a bottle of beer and a piece of paper. I could see by the looks of it, it was my math paper.Crap. I got a C for that test! Fuck fuck fuck!
"What is this Adia? WHAT IS THIS?!?!" He shouted and pushed me on the floor and threw the piece of paper, which was now crumpled and wet, probabbly because of the beer. I looked at it, and faced my dad. Paniced.
"Um, my math test paper?"
"YES YOUR MATH TEST PAPER! WHY IS YOUR GRADE ONLY A C?!" He came up to me and slapped me. On the face. Then he stepped back. I rubbed my cheek and felt as if it was burning. That slap, was even more worser than the ones he gave me before. I started shaking and was about to cry.
"D-dad. I couldn't concentrate in class. Your a drunk! You do drugs and I can't help but cry and not attend classes because of the bruises you give me everytime you come back home hanging out with your friends!" I shouted.
"SHUT UP ADIA! DON'T YOU DARE TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!" He took his bottle and dropped it on my floor. Glass pieces shattered all over the floor. I started to cry. And closed my eyes.
"Your just a useless piece of shit to me Adia. I'm glad you'll be out of here." When he said that. I felt as if my heart actually stopped beating for a good 5 seconds. Everything went black. My mouth fell open, I wanted to say something. At least something, but nothing came out of my mouth.
"Huh. Thought so. Once your out of here, I never wanna see your face in this house again. Ever." And then he walked out. Leaving me on the floor, like what he said: Like a piece of shit.

The night before leaving New York for Texas, I was still awake. It wasn't because of excitement or anything; it was because I had one last thing to do. I got up and headed my way to my parents' room. Everything was dark and pitched black, I could barely see. But I had to do this, I had to. I was outside of my parents' room and I slowly opened their door knob, and headed my way inside. I searched for my mom and dad; they were sleeping. Thank god. I headed to my dad's wardrobe, searched for his wallet and took his credit card. Then I noticed, there was a card and it said: "John. 4 more. call me at 001898377 if you need anymore." I took that as well. I quickly walked to the door and went back inside my room. Relieved.

It was a new day. A new morning. A new dawn. A fresh new start. And I feel awesome. I made my way downstairs, hugged my mother and sister, and promised them I'd meet them soon. I hugged them once more, and left.

I arrived at St. Mary's at aproximately, 12pm in the afternoon. I could see lots of people getting out from their cars, kissing and waving goodbye to their parents. Sigh. What a screwed up family I have. As I walked my way to the registration office, a group of girls passed by me, and smiled. I smiled back, as I thought that maybe, just maybe, people will accept me in this new life.

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figure's. I'll post the next one soon :) too tired to write. xo!