Zoe

I sat in the front office tapping my foot along the hardwood floor that lay underneath my foot. Sighing heavily I turned in my chair to see my mother walking into the office, “Oh great.” I muttered.

“Shut it up, Zoe.” She snapped at me.

Rolling my eyes I get up and grab my bag and backpack and walk out of the office before she has another chance to say anything to me. I storm away from her screams as I head for the exit door just as my dad and Uncle Matt walk into the scene. I sigh heavily dropping my head and folding my arms over my chest.

“You ungrateful—“ My mom stops looking dead at my dad and uncle, as her new boy toyjoins her side.

“You should really control your brat.” Her boy toy, Jonas snapped out.

I could see the anger in both of them men’s eyes as I walked over to my dad and uncle hugging them tightly. “Please don’t, not here.” I whispered to them looking up at them.

Both nodded as I turned and looked at my mother and her fucking moronic bastard. I shoot her a dirty glare as I walk past my dad and uncle heading to my car. I quickly get to the student parking lot and get in my car starting it up. I sit there resting my forehead against the steering wheel breaking down. Ever since my mom had left my dad, she’d become a total bitch. I remember when she was so nice and never mean to anyone.

Four years before;

“Zoe, sweetie.” Mom called out from her little office she had set up in the house.

I smiled walking into her room and looking at her, “What’s up?” I ask her.

“Your dad’s birthday is coming up in a few months, what do you wanna do for him?” She asks me.

I shrug and look at her, “He’s been talking about a costume party.” I tell her.

“Alright we’ll go with that.” She smiles sweetly.

I nod my head and walk into her office and sit in her lap. She wraps her arms around me and holds tightly to me, “Sweetie, you ok?” She asks me.

“Yeah I just miss hugging you.” I tell her holding onto her.

“Oh honey.” She smiles hugging up to me, “I miss snuggling up with you and watching horror movies.” She giggles.

“Me too, mom.” I smile up at her.

“We should do that tonight, while your father is out with the boys.” She smiles.

“Sounds like a plan.” I smile getting off her lap and kissing her cheek.

I sigh clicking over my car and pulling out of my parking spot. I sigh turning my cd player on and listing to Escape The Fate. I smile at the thoughts like any typical fan-girl out there; it’d be awesome to be dating one of them hot boys. I giggle and turn onto the main freeway heading home.

Hour after being home I sit quietly in the living room watching my dad pace back and forward. He sighs stopping with his cigarette tightly between his index and middle finger. He turns and faces me looking me dead in my eyes, “Why did you do it?” He questions me.

I shrug my shoulders and hold to my injured hand. I look down at it as what happened earlier.

“Zoe come to the front of the class, please.” Mrs. Anderson asks me as I nod.

I walk towards the front of the classroom and stop at her desk. She slaps a piece of paper in front of me. I take it and look it over, “Jamie says you cheated off of her.” She says serious and looks me dead in the eyes, “Did you?” She asks.

“No ma’am I did not. I study for that test with my aunt. I knew every—“ I was cut off by Jamie’s whiny pitched voice.

“She soooo cheated off of me, Mrs. Anderson,” Jamie stops beside of me and gives me a devilish grin before turning towards Mrs. Anderson. “Just because her daddy is a rock star, doesn’t mean she should get special treatment.” She whines.

“What does my dad have to do with this, Jamie?” I snapped at her.

“We know you’re fucking teachers just to get attention. And that your daddy pays them off for you.” She rolls her eyes, “That’s what we call a slut.” She growls.

I glare at her, “My dad does no such thing, and if anyone is a slut it’s you, bitch.” I snarled back at her.

“Ladies that’s enough,” Mrs. Anderson turns towards Jamie. “I need proof she cheated. And Zoe for that type of langue you need to go see the princiale.” She said.

“Me… She used—“ I stopped when I felt a blow hit my face.

I stumble backwards to see Jamie smirking before walking back to her desk with a dirty smirk upon her face. I look at Mrs. Anderson as she shrugs, “She’s my niece and I am not getting her into trouble.” She snapped. “To the office now.” She demanded.

I glared at her going to my desk and grabbing my things. I took the note from her and headed to the principal’s office. I knew no one would believe me about this, so fuck it.

“Zoe, answer me now young lady!” Dad demands me as I sigh heavily.

“Guess to be a slut, I suppose.” I lean back into the chair and toss my hands into my hoodie.

“Zoe…” He pauses and shakes his head. “I don’t want the smart-ass remarks. I want the straight up fucking truth. I know you, and what they said you did. I don’t believe.” He says.

“Even if I told you the truth, you wouldn’t believe me. Neither would anyone else. That scank has everyone wrapped around her finger.” I push myself up from the chair and walk away from him with tears falling from my eyes.

“Zoe, sweetie, please.” Dad begs.

“Jamie Anderson, Mrs. Anderson my teacher that accused me of this shit. Jamie is her niece. She punched me in the side of the face, and Mrs. Anderson blamed me for hitting her and Jamie. I did nothing, but stand up for something I was being called that wasn’t true!” I shouted shaking violently from the tears and anger I had rushing through me.

“Zoe we’ll talk to the principle, tomorrow.” Dad said.

I shook my head, “It won’t help.” I whispered clearing my throat and sniffling. “I’m going up to my room.” I said heading upstairs and straight to my room. Curling up in my bed I cuddle up to the teddy bear my father had bought me last year. I cry into its chest wishing my life would just end already; it was too much to handle anymore.