Goodbye Doesn't Mean Forgetting

Goodbye Doesn't Mean Forgetting: Part 14

The next 2 months were a blur. The boys knew about my situation at home and tried to help me in whatever way they could. How was the situation at home? It had got increasingly worse. There were more arguments, more beatings and even more hurt. The way John controlled us hadn't just affected my mum, but it had affected me too. John had started to tell me when I had to be back, what I could spend my money on and who I could talk to. He was a control freak. Each night, either all of the boys called me on skype to see how I was or I got a phone call from one of the boys. The couldn't stand to see me hurt but I didn't want to bother them or make them worry so most of the time, I made out that everything was fine when everything wasn't. I'd never really had the courage to stand up to John, but that night, that night was the final straw. 

I was watching television with John on the opposite side of the room, glaring at me, giving me evils. The clock chimed at eight O'Clock and I knew it was time. At that time each night, JJ called me. We always made sure we were free so we could speak to each other. It was hard not being able to see JJ but I guess this is proof that sometimes a long distance relationship can work. I kept my phone in my room, John regularly checked it so I started to hide it in a box under my bed. I stood up and went to walk to the door.

"And where do you think you're going?" John asked, standing up walking towards me.

"Erm, to call JJ, I...."

"I don't want you talking to him.."

"What?!?"

"You heard"

"I....." 

"I DON'T WANT YOU TALKING TO HIM!!"

"WELL STOP ACTING LIKE YOU'RE MY DAD" I screamed back, storming up the stairs and into my room. I walked past my mum and she told me that she would talk to John, not that it would work.

I removed the box from under my bed and picked my phone out. I dialled JJ's number.

"Hello?"

"JJ, JJ I can't live here anymore"

"What??"

"He won't let me talk to you anymore"

"I don't believe this....let me listen"

I walked with my phone to the top of the stairs where we listened in.

"I don't want her speaking to him.."

"Why, they're friends"

"Oh I know they're more than friends, I saw him kiss her on the door step"

"Well she's old enough to have a boyfriend now"

"She can't have a boyfriend, I wont allow it"

It went quiet.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY" screamed John.

"N-n-n-othing" my mum stammered, knowing what was coming.

SMACK. SLAP. BANG. I heard the chairs bang on the floor and the sound of John's hand hitting my mums cheek. I then heard bullets storming up the stairs. My bedroom door slammed open.

"GIVE ME THAT PHONE YOU LITTLE SLUT" Screamed John, snatching my phone off me.

I was already crying, and now I could hardly see from the tears in my eyes.

"GIVE ME THAT" I shouted, standing up and reaching back for the phone.

He looked at it and saw I was on the phone to JJ.

"I LOVE YOU JJ" I shouted to the phone.

"I love you too, everything will be ok, I..."

I didn't hear what else was said. Why? Because John slammed my phone down onto the floor. I watched it smash into tiny little pieces. Crouching over it like it was my child, I saw John walk past me.