Help Me

Chapter 1

Hello, My name is Riley. I will tell you a little about me, so I am currently 16 years old, I am from Greece but I live in Germany since I was a baby. I am 1,65 m tall have black wavy hair and dark chocolate brown eyes. My skin color is quite bright, almost white that's why people used to call me feta cheese in Kindergarten. My hobbies are playing the piano and violin and drawing. I also have a passion for dancing! My family consists of my stepdad, my mother and my 2 budgies Luna and Sky. I have a stepbrother who lives in Greece and a older sister but she lives with my biological dad. I think these are the basics that you need to know about me. You will find out everything while reading :)

POV: Rileys childhood

I don't remember much about my childhood if I can be honest. Whenever I think back I only get short pieces of my parents arguing and yelling at each other. Until the age of 3 I lived with my biological dad, my older sister and my mom together in a quite big house. My sister was always the favorite child, of course the first born is always something special right? She never got yelled at or scolded and whatever her desire was she would get it. I don't hate her neither do I blame her for everything! She is my sister and I will forever love her.

Unless like her I was never the favorite neither did I get anything that I wanted. My family didnt had much money so my mom used to be off at work until night and my sister and I used to stay with our father at home. Just like every small child my sister and I used to play together and we were really loud. That's when my father always ran into the room and shouted that I should shut up. I was too young to understand that he was scolding me so when he walked out I continued yelling and playing with my sister.

I used to hit her (not hard my sis and I used to play wrestling) and once she started crying my father would come in and beat me up. He would grab my throat and push me against the wall yelling like a psycho at me. This was continuing every day. You should know that my dad is a psycho and my mom was mentally ill back that time so I didn't really had a person to hold onto. When my mom used to come back home from work she would immediately send me and my sis to go to bed and sleep. That's when my dad and my mom used to argue always and if my mom would disagree he would get incredibly mad and throw chairs and other things at her. Those things never got at me atleast that what I keep on saying, maybe I am just trying to tell myself that I am fine? One day when my mom had sent me to bed I couldn't fall asleep so I was staring at the wall where we had some neon stars.

While I was counting them I heard some heavy screaming and then a loud noise like a gunshot. I walked outside and saw my dad pressing my mom against our glass table that was shattered in thousand pieces. Nothing new, I felt a wave of fear and sadness coming over me and then everything was blank. 0 emotions. It's like my soul had left my body for some minutes. When my dad noticed me he furiously asked "what do you want!?" I didnt bother to answer but when he came closer I just responded "would u mind being more quiet? I want to sleep." That's when i headed back to my room. I don't remember more from that night neither do I wish to remember more.

Once agajn when my close friend alice would come over he would always beat my mom up. Unless like me and my sister alice never was scared from my dad. She would stand up and yell at him to stop this or else she would call the police. This is probably the reason why my dad hates alice.. If you think that beating us all up and yelling at us are the only things he did then u are damn wrong. I used to own a budgie named lily back then. My sister and i were rlly emotionally attached to her. She was rlly lovely and would sit on our shoulders haha. There was a time where my dad would have problems with falling asleep and lily singing made him rlly mad. He walked towarda the cage and he would keep on banging against it and yell that the bird should shut up.

When I punched his leg screaming that he should stop because lily sings when she is happy he would kick me off and grab the bird out of its cage. I wont forget that psycho smile he had when he bend down holding lily close to my face and saying while he squished the bird to the point that it screeched out of pain since he broke its bones. "I am scaring her? Dont worry I will put her to a long long sleep now where she never is gonna feel fear again." Then he would grab a scissor and cut the birds mouth off and dropped the now dead and bleeding animal on me. "Good night Riley." He said as he headed towards his bedroom leaving me totally disturbed there.

My mom slowly noticed what was going on there and one night she packed her things, grabbed me and my sister and we fleed to greece to our relatives so we could escape from that psychoass dad of mine. I am glad that she did that all but little did we know that going to greece would make things worse...