It never goes right.

Chapter 1.

As I sat by my window watching the rain drown the flowers in my garden, I started to think about all the things I'd dealt with in my life. All the trauma and pain I'd suffered.

My names Laura, I'm a 24 year old girl and this is my story.

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I'll start from the beginning, my mum and dad met through my uncle, they were good friends and lived close to each other. My mum started dating my dad and slowly but surely, they got together and got married. A few months down the line, I was born. After I was born my dad started to act different towards my mum, he used to bully her. Making her think she wasn't good enough, stopping her seeing her family and making her gain weight so no one would want to be with her.

Finally my mum stood up for herself and her and my dad got divorced. I still had contact with him and saw him every weekend. When I got closer to the age of 4 the visits started to reduce and my dad stopped bothering. On my 4th birthday, I woke up to a new bike and a card from my dad.

All it said was "Love Dad x".

"Mummy, where's daddy?" I asked, wondering why he wasn't here to see me on my birthday.

"You probably won't be seeing him for a while I'm afraid. He's gone away".

I didn't think much of it at the time, he was a lorry driver so I was used to him going away for a long time.

A few months later and he turned up again. Living a few streets away, mum took me to visit him, I started staying round on weekends again and never really questioned why he went.

After about 5 months of constant visits and finally getting my dad back, on our way to see him Mum noticed something. There was a moving truck outside his house, his landlady was moving all his furniture.
"What's happening? Where's Paul gone?"
My mum asked the lady.
"Haven't you heard the news? His mum came round this morning to tell me. He's died". My mums jaw dropped.

"Daddy?" I started to cry.

"No no sweetheart, daddy's fine. Just a misunderstanding". My mum smiled and took me home.

She phoned my nan up and asked her to come round straight away.

*1 hour later*

I was upstairs playing with my toys while my mum was talking to my nan down in the kitchen.

"Why didn't you tell me! His daughter is upstairs completely oblivious to the fact her dad is dead and you thought to tell his landlady before me?" My mum shouted.

"I'm sorry Kay, I just didn't quite know how to say it. It was such a shock to me I didn't really know what to do with myself."

I didn't have a clue at the time what they were talking about but I knew it was bad as my mum was crying, she never cries.

I toddled downstairs. "Mummy crying? What's wrong" I clutched into her leg.

"I'm fine baby, go say bye to Nana, she's off home now"

I hugged and kissed my nana, I didn't see her often but she always smelt like stale cigarettes and lavender. She couldn't last 2 minutes without puffing on a fag.

My mum made me some lunch and I carried on playing with my toys, acting like any other normal 4 year old.