Yours, now and forever.

Chapter 2

Ssssssssssss. I love the sound of eggs frying. I scooped them up and popped them on top of a buttered slice of toast. The perfect breakfast if you ask me. Simple yet so delicious. The busy sound of the traffic flowed through the window, followed by birds chirping and little kids on the sidewalk playing hopscotch. It almost felt like I was in a beautiful, magical land, a peaceful summer break playing out just outside my window. Then CRASH.

"Food!" My dad shouted tumbling out of his bedroom door. His shirt from the night before stained with food and paint from work. I sighed, he really had to ruin the peace and quiet.

I put my toast down onto my plate, brushed my hands together to allow the crumbs to fall and turned around to the cooker, picking up a plate with a full English breakfast and a muffin on it and sliding it in front of my dad. He picked up the knife and fork and like a rabid animal, began to shovel food into his mouth, barley chewing it before letting it escape into his stomach.

I continued to eat my breakfast, still trying to make out the peaceful sounds, but failing over the horrid noise of my Dad slurping up beans and tomatoes. I heard his fork slam down into the kitchen counter before he went back into his room, kissed Estella goodbye and left without another word. That's when Estella emerged. Her bright red lipstick smudged up the side of her cheek and one of those silk, floral dressing gowns wrapped around her.

"Your dad is amazing you know." She sighed giddily, I ignored her and made a start on a cup of coffee for myself. "He's so loving as well." This is where I finally responded to her.

"Is he?" I said emotionless. She scoffed at me with disapproval. I paid no attention, I didn't care what she thought. I watched her strut up to the kitchen counter and rest her elbows on it dramatically as if she thought she were a soap opera star. I swivelled round again and picked up my cup of foamy coffee, taking a sip and letting the liquid warm me up. Her eyes trailed me up and down and she hummed her disapproval. 

"You should dress nicer you know, someone might think you're a boy!" She said with a sassy tone. I looked down at my clothes. Black ripped jeans, a grey skull shirt and a black zip up hoodie. My short brown hair tamed into two plaits with little pieces falling out. What is she talking about?

"Well, I'm not a boy, am I? And it's kinda obvious so maybe mind your business Estella."  I said, pretty pissed at her to be honest. She gasped as if I had just hit her.

"Well excuse me kid for just trying to help you look normal! You look gross, just change!" This is when I snapped. I turned around and rested my elbows on the counter so that we were face to face.

"Ok Estella, you know you shouldn't wear that shade lipstick, people might think you're a stuck up bitch." I smiled in a sickly way, just like she always does and then let my face drop into a annoyed one, rolling my eyes and turning away. She sat in a gaping silence, before storming out and into her room for the rest of the morning.

-fast forward to the evening-

I sat quietly in my room. Waiting for the sound of the door unlocking and then slamming. 3...2...1..there is was. I turned back to my book, expecting only the noise of the tv to click on. But as I heard voices chattering, I suddenly realised what was happening. Loud, thudding footsteps came crashing towards my door. I shoved the book back under my pillow and out of sight. Just as my body snapped back my door was thrown open.

"You little shit! How dare you disrespect your mother!" I let my eyebrows frown in anger. That little snake. "You are lucky to be in this house! You know that? I could easily throw you out, you'll feed off of scraps in the garbage!" I tried desperately to not show my fear. I kept my stare away from the door. I felt the floor shake as he marched towards me. "Are you listening to me?! Look at me!" I squeezed my eyes, preparing myself. Then looked up at him as he towered over my bed. A bottle firmly gripped in his hands, his teeth gritted together. "Answer me! Are you listening?!"

You have to say something, just say something. I thought. "Yes. Of course I am." I said in a monotone voice.

"And? Aren't you gonna apologies?" I took a breathe, screw this. I was not gonna deal with this anymore!

"No Dad." Shit. I regretted those words as soon as they escaped my lips. His eyes lit up in flames, and he let out a loud yell as his beer bottle was smashed over my head. I felt the glass stab into my skin. I screamed slightly from the pain and covered the injury with my hands, a stupid move. This left my stomach free from protection, and his fist came slamming through it. Send me back and over the other side of my bed. I shook and whimpered with pain on the floor, hoping that maybe he would stop. Until I heard his footsteps come round the the other side. Then his boot hit my stomach in the same way his fist did.

I coughed in pain and groaned. When I opened my eyes and looked the palm i had coughed into, I saw splatters of dark red. Smeared over my skin like they were painted. I let my head droop and hit the floor, curled up in a little ball as they both walked away.

I lay still, thinking of what I could possibly do. I couldn't live like this anymore. I just couldn't. I used the little bit of strength and motivation I had, getting up and crawling towards my backpack. I slowly and quietly packed some underwear, spare money I had been saving, my book, torch, a water bottle and a jacket. By then I had gained some energy and strength. I stood up fully and peeked through the crack in the door. They were glued to the tv as usual. I tiptoed to my window and opened it, looking down the many floors to the bottom. This is it.

I slowly and carefully climbed out and onto the fire escape. I was really leaving, it was really happening. I made my way down as quietly as I could, looking into the windows beside me as I did. Happy families and couples chatting, eating dinner together, maybe I'd have that one day. My feet hit the pavement below me. I kissed the flat goodbye, put my hood up and started walking. I had no idea where, but I'd figure it out. I looked up at the clock tower. 11:58. No wonder it was freezing.

I walked on through the streets, looking for places to go to, even if it was an alleyway where no one could see me. The clock chimed slowly and loudly. 12:00, midnight. I looked up and realised I had walked all the way to the graveyard. I guess it was where my mind just wanted me to go. I tried the gate, locked. It was only a small one though, and no one was around, so I jumped over it, letting my sneakers hit hard on the stones the other side. I ran with my head down all the way over to my mum. I couldn't leave without saying goodbye to her. I knelt down beside her and let my hand rest up against where her name was.

"Hey mum, I did it. I got away from them." I felt tears begin to well up as I finally realised I was away from him. "I wish you could have escaped with me. We would be so happy right now." I sobbed quietly. "I don't want to leave you here on your own, but I have to get as far away as I can from them, because you know they'll find me." I broke and let my head rest softly against the stone. "I love you so much mum, but I just don't know where else I can go. I'm so lost. I need you." I cupped my face in my hands and let myself quietly sob for a moment. "Goodbye mum." I kissed the grave stone one last time. Standing up and facing it.

I could feel the hairs on my neck stand up, and the presence of someone, no, something behind me. I froze, wanting desperately to turn around, but not sure if it meant my life would be over. I took the risk, slowly turning as to not startle whatever was behind me. As I turned a huge dark figure made itself clear in front of me. It's golden glowing eyes stared into my sole. It's hand reached out towards me. Something about that figure drew me forward, into its glinting eyes and far away. I wanted it to take me anywhere away from where I was. I placed my own hand in their's, being lifted off of the ground and up into the sky, faster and faster, higher and higher. Until the air became so thin that I had no breathe, and everything went black.