Demons

Chapter 30

"It's because you are a bitch, and I have lost everyone important in my life. You know, I loved him?! Of 'course you don't, because he was gone before you could even speak properly! I loved him, Lacey. And now, he's gone so I hate you!" She continued to scream at me. With ease, she picked up my frail body and threw me against the wall, before kicking me in the gut.

"Mom, please." I gasped, holding my stomach to attempt stop the pain.

"Don't you dare call me that! I may be your biological mother, but I have no maternal care for you. You don't deserve anyone's love." She spat in my face and it mixed with the flowing tears from my eyes.

Sandra looked at me with disgust. "Oh, stop crying! You'd think by now, with my raising, you'd be a little tough."

"You didn't 'raise' me." I glared up at her and she ran her thin fingers through her messy blonde hair.

"You're right, because if I actually cared about you to raise you, you wouldn't be such a pathetic little girl like you are now." She laughed.

"No, if you actually cared about me, you would have killed me already! Instead of keeping me in this hellhole!" I screamed at her, but she remained dangerously calm.

"Oh, baby," She stroked my cheek, lovingly. What is going on? "Kill you and go to jail for the rest of my life? You're not worth it and I'm not that stupid."

Coming from my own mother, I expected her to say that she loved me at least a little bit, which is why she would never permanently hurt me. But who are we kidding? She's already scarred me for life.

"Then I'll just do it for you! I will kill myself!" Here I was, 12 years old and threatening my nonchalant mother that I would end my life, saving her the trouble.

"We both know you're too weak. Now, don't even think about it." She slapped my face that she had held gently in her hands seconds ago, walking out on me. I cried for an hour or two. Time was blurred. It was around 8 pm in March, still pitch black outside as spring was working hard on recovering from winter.

I ran. As fast as I could, away from the monster that was unfortunately my mother. I ran to the park. Situating myself on a park bench, I hid my face in my knees and sobbed. That is, until I felt gentle hands rub my shoulder soothingly. On instinct, I jumped out and in front of my attacker. Except he wasn't an attacker. He was Noah. He was my best friend. Well, he was my secret best friend.

"Noah! I haven't seen you in forever! What happened to you?" I asked, sobbing now with a new emotion, pure joy.

"Shh, no one is supposed to know I'm still here." He pulled me back down to him. I felt incredibly safe with him, as he was about five years older than me.

"What do you mean?" I asked confused. The only one who wasn't really supposed to be out here with him was me.

"People came after my family. I'm scared they might come after me." He explained in a hushed voice, before rubbing my wet cheeks with his large two thumbs.

"Is your family okay?!" I asked worriedly. He never mentioned his family except for his younger brother who he complained about all the time. Yet, when he did mention the rest of his family, I knew it was bad.

"No... But I can't tell you anything about them. Are you going to tell me why I catch you here crying again?" He pulled me onto his lap and squeezed me lovingly. He was so beautiful and if our situation was any different, I probably would have a little girl crush on him. But he was like an older brother to me, as he always called me his baby sister that he never got to have.

"My mo- Sandra hates me." I never told him how Sandra abused me, nor will I ever tell anyone that. It would make me vulnerable. He just thought that I was a depressed little girl with a mother who couldn't care less.