My name is Caitlin. I am 16 years old, and this is my story...
For my whole life, my parents didn't care about me. They never taught me how to do anything or congratulate me when I got a good grade in school. The only time they noticed me was when I did something wrong which apparently was all the time and I would be punished for it by being physically abused. For the past few years, the only highlight of my life was One Direction. A band of perfect boys, with hot bodies, cute accents and amazayn voices. But I never thought this day would come...
I opened the door to my house, shocked to see my parents standing in the living room with a very full suitcase with all my belongings in it. Weren't they meant to finish work at 7? "What is this?" I asked them. "Your too much trouble Caitlin." My father said to me. "We don't want to have a child who is so complicated. so we have made a decision, to send you to London to live with your aunt." I felt so hurt I could feel the tears well up in my eyes. I knew they never loved me. "How could you do this to me!" I screamed. "You never did anything to help me as I was growing up, you didn't even take me to my first day of school! Why now?" I yelled at them. "Wait..." I said in a calmer tone. "I have an aunt?" I can't believe they never told me this. "Yes, my sister." my mum said to me. "And you never told me because?" I said to her. She turned away from me and sighed. "How could you not tell me this!" I said to them. "A taxi will be here in 5 minutes to take you to the airport." My dad said to me. I stood up, grabbed my things and slapped my dad on the face. My mum gasped while my dad stood there, staying strong. The taxi came and I put my belongings in the car. Before I could do anything else I got out my phone, plugged in my headphones and listened to the one band that has kept me going the past few years. One Direction. When ever my parents weren't home I would always sing to myself and i thought I wasn't that bad. Singing to One Direction while my parents were arguing made me feel a bit better. That was the only time I would sing when they were around because they couldn't hear me, whenever they hear me sing they tell me to shut up and they tell me I sound crap. I hope and pray to my self that my new aunt won't be as violent as my parents. I want to get as far away from them as I can and never look back.
-- hi guys! I hope you like my story so far :) this part is quite short, it's just the introduction but the other chapters will be much longer :) enjoy! XO
