Through Darker Days - Book 1

1 | Please Forgive Me

Sierra's POV

"How dare you?" Chris spits out, backing away from me. He looks at himself in the mirror on my wall and growls loudly. "You done f****d up now, Princess." He then walks out of my room and I follow behind him, coming face to face with him and my mom.

"What have you accused him of this time Sierra? Chris doesn't need a child like you when he has a woman like me," My mom says harshly, slapping me across the face. I cup my face and bite the inside of my cheek, willing myself to stay calm. Even though she's a monster, she's still my mother.

"Really? This isn't the first time he's done this!" I yell, pointing a finger at my moms boyfriend. She, however, runs back to his side and kisses his reddened cheek, from where I hit him. "You're a liar!" He yells, a smirk on his disgusting face.

"Why would I want to touch a disgusting thing like you? You're pathetic, accusing a grown man of s****l harassment. I've never tried to touch before in my life. You're always prancing around here half naked, begging for attention. You're just a low life w***e," he states and my face heats with anger.

"You're a liar!" I yell, taking a step closer to them. "You come in my room every damn night once my mom falls asleep, begging for me to suck your d**k. Asking me to let you f**k just one time!" I yell.

"I'm sick and tired of your pervy ass being in this house. Dad would be disappointed in you mom!" I snap, glaring at them both.

"How dare you?!" She screeches, tears falling from her cold lifeless eyes. "Leave my house! Now!" She yells and I narrow my eyes at the both of them. "This isn't over," I spit, loving the courage I had to speak up against her. I turn on my heel and grab my bag, tossing it over my shoulder. I didn't plan on staying another night anyways.

After I leave my moms house, I take a deep breath, reaching for my phone in my back pocket. I dial the one person I know will come to my rescue and wait impatiently for him to answer while bouncing my leg at a quick pace.

"Hey babe, what's up?" He asks and I sigh deeply. "I got kicked out," I tell him and groan in frustration. "Her asshole boyfriend tried to f*****g touch me again and I hit him, so he went crying to my mom like a bitch."

"What the hell?" He growls over the phone and I smile, glad that he cares so deeply for me. "Can you come get me? I just need a place to crash for a few," I mumble. "Mallory isn't back in town yet," I add, biting my lip. I hear him clear his throat, slightly hesitating.

"You know what, never-"

"Of course. I'm on my way," he interrupts, ending the call quickly. I sit down on the curb and rest my face in my hands, sighing. Looking up at the sky, I let out another deep breath as I feel the tears build up in my eyes.

"Why is this happening to me?" I question God. "Why did you take my dad from me? Why does my mom love men more than me? Why doesn't anyone care about me?" I ask, basking in my own personal pity party.

The sound of tires screeching pull me from my thoughts as my head snaps to the side, watching Austin's truck come into view. He slams on his breaks and jumps out, walking straight passed me to my moms front door.

"Where are you going?" I ask, turning around to follow him. "None of your business. Get in the damn truck!" He says angrily and I cross my arms. "Excuse me?" I question and narrow my eyes.

Before I know it, he slaps me hard, the metallic taste in my mouth letting me know he busted my lip. "What the-?" I ask, looking at him shock. Did he really just hit me? "Did you just?"

"f**k!" He yells, stepping closer to me. "I'm sorry baby, I just snapped. I was so mad. Please forgive me," he begs with a softer voice, reaching out for me. I nod my head and lower my eyes, stepping into his embrace.

"Never hit me again," I whisper, my voice full of emotion. "I won't babe. I'm so sorry," he says again, cupping my face gently. I allow myself to look into his eyes and I can't help but melt at his kind loving gaze.

"It's okay baby," I mumble, kissing him softly. "I forgive you," I whisper, laying my head on his shoulder. "Let's get out of here," he suggests and I nod, stepping back. "Yeah, let's go," I mumble, walking back to his truck and climbing in.

"Maybe tomorrow will be a better day," I whisper, leaning my head on the cold window, letting my eyes drift shut with the weight of today's drama.