Crappy Life

Rainbow's POV

"Mom. Why do we have to move?" I whined as we were loading up the truck.

"Because I got a job promotion. I've told you a million times Dash." she said, calmly.

"But now I have to leave my friends. I'm gonna miss Spitfire and Fleetfoot."

"What about Soarin'?"

"You mean the jerk that cheated on me. Twice. Yeah, I could live without him." Mom shook her head.

"Don't worry you'll make new friends. You're not the only one who's upset about moving. Your father is upset about moving as well. He has to leave his job, that he loved."

"Maybe I don't want to make new friends." I said, stubbornly.

"Raquel Samantha Dash! I've told a million times! You'll love Montville! Our new house even has a pool!"

She usually only calls us by our real names when she's angry or annoyed. She does the same thing with Scootaloo: Stephanie Carol Dash.

"It's cool I guess. And could you please call me Rainbow. I like it a little better." I said, a little happier.

"Why? You don't like Raquel?" my mom asked, smiling.

"I don't know." I said. She shook her head at me, smiling.

"We're gonna bring Tank when we move, right?"

"Oh course. He's part of the family. And that's the last box. Okay. Your gonna ride in the truck with Dad, and Scoots is gonna come with me." she said, smiling.

"Hey. And don't worry. You'll be fine." she said quietly. She kissed my forehead, and went into the car with Scootaloo. I got into the truck with dad.

"Ready Dad?" I asked him. He didn't answer me.

"Dad? Hello?" No answer again.

"Dad!"

"SHUT UP AND DONT SPEAK!" he sreamed at me, as he slapped me hard across the face. Really hard.

"What was that for?!" I asked, rubbing my cheek.

"I SAID DONT SPEAK!" he screamed, as he slapped me across the other cheek.

"What the fuck?!" I thought to myself. I had to hold back tears. My cheeks hurt so bad.

For the two hour drive, I listened to music on my iPhone 5c. It was a light blue iPhone, with a black case. And on the case was a white cloud, with a red, yellow, and blue lightning bolt coming out of it.

When we got out of the van, I looked in the side mirror and saw that both of my cheeks were red. Why does he slap me?

I ran upstairs into my new room. It was a white room, with a huge closet, giant window, and it was pretty big. It was a little bit bigger than my old room. I sat down, leaning against a wall by the door, put my knees up, finally cried, into my hands. I was glad to be away from dad. I heard a small, raspy voice.

"Rainbow?" My heart froze. Scootaloo couldn't see me like this. I can't scare her.

Scootaloo's POV

When mom and I got out of the car, I saw Dash run up to her room. I was worried. She looked like she was gonna cry. I went up to her room and saw her sobbing into her hands.

"Rainbow?" I called worriedly. She stopped crying and rubbed her eyes. She sniffled.

"What's up Scootaloo?" she asked, as casually as possible.

"What's wrong?" I asked her, sitting down beside her.

"Nothing." she got up, and looked out of the window.

"I know you're lying." I stated, seriously.

"Dad slapped me twice. Nothing major." she said, as if nothing happened at all.

"You crying is no big deal? You never cry! He hit you hard didn't he?" I said standing up, and walking towards her. She didn't answer me.

"DIDNT HE?!" I shouted, crying.

"Scoots. He did. Relax. He was probably just angry about moving."

"Why does Daddy hit you?" I asked, crying.

"I'm not sure."

"Did you tell mom?"

"No."

"Well tell her."

"No! Dad will beat me more okay. Please don't say anything." she begged me.

"Okay. But only of you promise to tell me when something is bothering you." I made her promise.

"I promise." she said.

"Good." I said, wiping away my tears.

"I wanna see your room." she said to me, smiling. We walked into my lavender room. It had two closets, a window, and a lamp that the people who used to live there, left.