Past

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This chapter is about there past. Thisbook is almost over! So like 3-4 more chapters;(

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Andy's past; 6 th grade

"Hey" I said calling the new boy over to Ambers and i's table.

"Hi" he yelled across the lunch room. I blushed as people looked. He was so cute, with his brown hair and hazel eyes. His name was Steven and I knew we'd be in a relationship soon. I could just see it now!

I was so carefree then, how could I be so blind? The way he had with words , his face, friends, he spelled trouble.

"hey, so I heard you were Andy " he winked and I twirled my hair in response.amber leaned over "you know he's trouble right?" I should have listened to her. Stupid me. I shrugged that away , I could handle any guy. Were had that care free innocent

popular girl went ? She had been replaced with a troubled sad and abused teenager.

"She's right" my younger brother whispered to me . Zac had always been there for me with advice. I hadn't cared at the time. All I wanted was him now.

"So meet me after school at the bleachers" . I nodded excitley. My first official date. Before leaving he whispered something in my ear. "alone andy" his tone was serious and demanding. I hoped no one heard but I saw my brothers glare. I looked at him pleadingly bur he just shook his head. I wished I'd listened . I'd wished I'd go back in time and tell myself what I know now.

I'd met him that day and it was the first time he abused me. He beat me with a chair and told me I was useless and stupid. I belived him. It only got worse until,he did the unthinkable rape. Then 1week later I found myself kidnapped and then you know my story. I wished I'd listened to my brother . I go back and relive it tight up to that first hello.

Were would that girl be? At the mall laughing with her friends. At home watching tv with her family. Out to lunch

With her caring boy friend? But the real Andy was here , abused and waiting , waiting for anything to happen. Why was I so stupid?

Alex past

"you stupid scum" he beat me with the can . This was my father. He was 25 and despised my mother and I .

"Honey" my mother reasoned "he didn't understand , he didn't mean that he really loves you" she smiled at me . I nodded obidentally.

"Shut up you useless bitch" he screached. I began to cry. Why was he so mean to my mom? She hadn't done anything but bring me the stupid child into the world. He began to drag her up the stairs. She smiled at me hopefully

"were just gonna get ready for dinner." she tried to fool me. I was 9 , I knew exactly what was happening. I'd seen it before my eyes. I wanted to runnaway bout I knew he'd hurt her for it .

"Please daddy" I smiled " we love you so much hurt me instead ". I let the tears come silently. I guess he took it wrong because he slapped my mother across the face . She bleed instantly. I began running up the stairs to help but he ripped a piece of wood from the stairs and threw it at me sending me to the ground . I heard my mother yell as she tried breaking free from his grip.

Now, thinking i was passed out she cried .

"Stop" she was gasping tears " honey we love you , please don't do this" . It hurts so much to think about it now . I could of tried harder, fought stronger. She broke free and ran out the door , stoping when he made a tsking sound. He head the same price of heavy wood above my body and slammed it into my ribcage. She screamed and came into the house.

"Shhhh baby" she sang placing me on the couch " don't cry , momy loves you , it'll all be over soon. She kissed me and walked obediently up the stairs. I heard screaming as I drifted in and out of consciousness.

That was the last time I saw my mother before I was taken away by the state. Now I could have killed that man. Only if..... One day I'd find my mother . John found me months later. Kinda funny John looked alot like my father.they were similar in age and John had lightly abused me too.

Ok. I know he's my father, but, he dosnt know it's me or I know who he is. He told us his son died , disgusting . Storm didn't know, infact only I know. I drifted asleep bloody and bruised dreaming of my mother like a 5 year old.

Note; no way!!!! Really? So sad about Alex my heart go's out to all abused people .

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