Tuesday 9th November
6:00am
LondonHaydee
I was woken up by my mother. I was kind of glad to know she wasn't dead in some alleyway.
She was yelling at me but I couldn't hear her. I was numb. I wasnt in pain. I wasn't sad, I didn't feel anything.
"Haylee get up!" She yelled. I can't remember the last time she got my name right.
"It's Haydee." i mumbled before sitting up. She was stood infront of me with her hands on her hips staring down at me.
"You're not going school today we have some friends coming over and you're assisting us." she said before leaving.
This is how my life was. I basically didn't even go to school and instead i was made to be some kind of punching meat for Andrew and his friend and them. Oh how lovely right?
I dragged myself to the bathroom and had a shower. The warm water soothed my skin and I almost fell asleep standing up.
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6:50amI had to hurry up downstairs and make my mother and Andrew. They have hands why don't they just make food for themselves. Lazy cows.
I decided to make waffles and eggs and I made sure it wasn't 'bland' this time by adding a lot of sugar.
Maybe I could get a little taste? I love sweet things.
I gave them the food and they dismissed me.
I looked back to make sure no one was coming into the kitchen. I heard mum and Andrew in the living room talking to eachother so I was sure they weren't coming.
I made a waffle for myself and slowly started eating it.
"HADYEE!" shit.
"What do you think you're doing EATING WITHOUT PERMISSION?!" Andrew yelled gripping my wrist making me drop the waffle.
"I-I'm sorry sir I forgot." I whispered staring at the ground. One of the rules was to not make eye contact unless I'm told to.
I've always remembered to strictly follow these rule because as much as I don't want to admit it, they scare me.
"Oh I'll teach you what to forget stupid bitch." he growled twisting my arm. Is he even making sense right now?
My arm felt like it was going to break any second but he let go and pushed me against the edge of the counter. The corner jabbed into my ribs one of my my bruises making me let out a whimper.
"You forgot our beers too." he snarled before pushing me deeper into the counter edge. Who has beer for breakfast.
"You're lucky our friends are coming soon. I'll deal with you later now get out of my sight." he pushed me into the counter one last time before throwing me to the floor.
I slowly got up but my ribs were aching. I hurriedly walked to the stairs and sat down trying to breath.
I was finding it difficult to breathe.
In...out...in...out
I repeated to myself in my head. It hurt to breathe.
I crawled up the stairs and to my room. It was a small room but it's not like I had much to put in here anyways.
I laid on my bed and evened my breathing.
I turned over and hugged my teddy. She's called bunny and she is a cute pink bunny.
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FantasyHaydee Monet ,13, has been living with her mother since she was 4. She has little to no memory of her father and brothers but from what her mother has told her they are horrible. Haydees mother was jealous of all the attention she took away from her...