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We all started watching the movie, commenting about what was happening every once in a while. Cody and Kyle kept bickering about who would be the better actor and which one had better hair. In the middle of the movie Zack yelled at them to shut up and threatened to shave both of their heads while they slept. They went silent real quick.

All of the guys seemed to have this chemistry with each other. They each messed with each other but you could tell they also respected each other. They messed around like brothers and bickered like old people but it was hard not to enjoy their company. I was leaning up against Zack with my knees up to my chest. I could feel his chest rumble when he would laugh and I would move slightly every time he took a breath.

I didn't mind though, if anything it was calming. After the movie finished, we sat talking about it along with some other unimportant things. Cody and Kyle continued their hair argument since the movie was over and Zack wouldn't yell at them again. It then morphed into a who is the overall hotter person, which then morphed into who was the strongest. They started arm wrestling with each other as I talked to Zack and Sammy.

After a while I looked at my watch to see it was already almost 9:30.

"I better get going, It's getting late." I said with a yawn at the end. Zack nodded and stretched.

"Are you going to come back soon?" Sammy asked Curiously. Sammy kind of constantly reminded you of a little kid. He had big eyes filled with emotions but he wasn't stupid. He has this airy yet smart aura around him.

I smiled at him. "I'm sure you'll see me soon enough. We go to the same school remember?" I joked. That made him smile and nod happily. My muscles were starting to hurt from working out earlier. I knew it was going to be terrible tomorrow but I always embraced the soreness after a workout. I didn't work out often but when I did, I went all out. Its either all or nothing for me. I wanted to start working out more often though.

Zack and I stood up. The cold air surrounded me once again after being nice and warm next to Zack but I forced myself not to think about it. Pretty boys like him never went for ugly girls like me. Not that I would want him to anyways. Through out the day, I had forgotten that I should have been staying away from him.

He definitely didn't seem as bad as everyone made him out to be. I knew he wasn't the stereotypical role model type but he also wasn't terrible. I had always told myself to not judge someone before you met them but I knew for a fact that he did some illegal stuff that I wanted to stay away from. I still want to be careful around him but I also wanted to maybe get to know him a little better.

My thing kind of is that I like everybody until they give me a reason not to. Like for example, the girl in the café. She was completely rude and unprofessional so she got what was coming to her and that's that. I slipped on my shoes that I had kicked off right after we started the movie and walked over to the big oak looking door. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see several missed calls and texts from my mom. I sighed and ignored them, slipping my phone back into my pocket.

"Everything okay?" Zack asked leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed.

"Uh yeah, thanks for having me over. I had a nice time." I said politely.

"I did too. Do you need a ride home?" he asked. I shook my head

"Uh no thanks, I only live like two streets over." I replied. I was never fond of having people over to my house or even knowing where I lived. It left room for too many problems. Especially with my dad and now my mom.

"I can walk you." he offered.

"No its alright. I have to go though so I'll see you tomorrow or something." I quickly replied, turning and unlocking the door swiftly.

He looked slightly confused but said "Yeah ok. Bye Zoe." anyways.

Opening the door, I stepped out onto the porch before saying "Bye Zack." and spinning around to start walking down the steps as he closed the door behind me. I stopped at the bottom and took a deep breath before continuing on my way home. After a few minutes of walking, I found myself at the bottom of my driveway. My mom's old beat up white car was in the drive so I closed my eyes for a minute hoping she was either already sleeping or gone in one of her friends cars.

When she still stayed here, she would bring her friends around regularly. Whether it be one of her wasted girl friends that she went to collage with or a nasty old drunk guy that she had found at the bar, I would always lock myself in my room or leave the house. They all creeped me out, especially the guys.

I shook away the memories and opened my eyes again. With a bit of hesitation, I walked up my steps and unlocked the door with my key. I stepped in and locked the door behind me. I couldn't hear anything in the house except my shallow breathing but I still wanted to be quiet in case she was sleeping. I tiptoed into the kitchen and filled up a glass of water before making my way up to my room.

I climbed to the top of the stairs tiredly; suddenly I was flying backwards down the stairs.

I rolled and bounced down the stairs. After what felt like an eternity, I cracked down onto the floor at the bottom. I had dropped the glass about halfway down trying to stop my tumble but it was no use. It had shattered and was now raining down onto the carpet. It probably would have looked beautiful in other circumstances.

I lied at the bottom of the stairs, staring up at the spinning ceiling trying to come to my senses. The first and only thing I could think of was the pain. I could barely breath and the most excruciating pain was radiating from my right side throughout the rest of my body. My head was spinning and I was trying to figure out what had just happened. Black dots danced across my vision but fortunately I didn't pass out. Or unfortunately considering the silhouette hovering over me.

As my eyes focused, I saw my mom's furious yet worn out looking face. She used to be so beautiful but ever since my dad started with the alcohol and drugs, her brown eyes had lost their sparkle. Her happy voice got dull and cruel sounding, her hair became thinner and less shiny. Her teeth had yellowed slightly and her skin had faded into a pasty greyish white.

I was pulled from my thoughts by her hand intertwining with my hair. She was screaming in my face but I couldn't hear what she was saying, the only thing I could focus on was the pain and trying to breathe. And that's when what happened actually hit me. She had just pushed me down the stairs. My own mother, who had given birth to me and raised me just pushed me down the stairs. The only thing I could do was grab my side and try to curl into a ball. Even that proved too painful.

She yanked me up by my hair, resulting in me yelling out. All the air left my lungs as I tried to support my self and stand up.

"Where were you huh? Is this what you do when I'm gone? Whore around with boys and ditch school? Is that what you plan on doing when I leave again?" she screamed into my face gripping my hair tighter and yanking it with every sentence.

"Answer me!" she screamed. I could smell the alcohol in her breath.

"No" was all I managed to whisper back.

She screamed as she threw me back onto the stairs into the glass again. I'm sure more glass was embedding itself into my skin as I lied there but I didn't care. The pain in my side was too much and was the only thing I could feel, well other than sadness.

I knew she didn't love me anymore but there was always that small glimmer of hope that she would change. That last tiny sparkle was starting to fade more with every step she took away from me. Muttering profanities and mumbling about how much of a disappointment I was. She stormed up the stairs and slammed the door. Hopefully she would leave tomorrow morning before I woke up but with my luck she might come back for round two.

I had no idea what her plans were. Hell, she might be planning on killing me in my sleep. The only counter thought I had to that was that if she were going to, I hoped she would make it quick. After a while of just laying there in pain and thinking, I started crawling my way up the stairs. It took a few minutes but eventually I made it to my room which was the second door on the right.

I fell into my room and tried to use my bed as a support to stand up. The pain had subsided slightly so I was able to stand up on shaky legs. I looked into the mirror at my hunched over figure. There was blood dripping down my arm, coating my fingers in the red substance and dripping onto the floor. I turned so I could see my back. There were several spots of blood seeping through my shirt. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion. I carefully took my shirt off so I was left in my jeans and bra. I carefully pulled the glass out of my arm and with much struggle, out of my back.

I looked down to my side to see a huge black and purple bruise forming. I knew it was serious but I honestly was too tired to care. I slowly took off my jeans to see another piece of glass stuck in my thigh. I pulled it out and let it slip through my fingers and drop onto the floor. It clattered down onto the wood as I just watched it fall.

My eyes felt heavy so I crawled into my bed to fall asleep. I knew it was a bad decision and that I should at lease clean up the cuts but I didn't really care. It could wait until the morning. I was so mentally and physically exhausted.

The day was going so good until I had come home. I guess that's what I get for trying to be happy for one day. I guess life just wanted me to stay like this forever. Whatever, I was too tired to care anymore. A few moments later, my vision clouded with black dots as I fell into a black dreamless sleep.

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