So hi. My names Victoria. Vicky for short. Here is how it all started. My mom walked out on me and my dad when I was 12. I was really upset for like 4 years. I started cutting and did everything i could do to get rid of the pain. Soon I forgot the reason that I started cutting and stopped. But ofcoure i didn't forgat about my mom.
My best friends, Emily, Erin, and Ve'ja, helped me during that time. Im really grateful for my friends. My dad soon became an achoholic and strted abusing me. I ran awy to my aunt and uncle's house. I thought they would protect me. I thought wrong. Soon my uncle strted taking my dad's job of abusing me. My aunt tried to help, but she was just as scared as i was.
That is how I met Zayn. I ran away to my favorite hideout. When I got there someone was already in the spot. I walked up to him, tapped his shoulder and said"Exuse me but this spot is already taken." Anyone could tell that I was in a bitchy mood. "Sorry", he said,"my names Zayn." "I dont care what your name is just go!" I was on the verge of tears. He saw this. "Um... could i ask whats wrong?" I sat down at the tree trunk and began crying in my hands. "Everything. My house my lifestyle. Its all wrong!" "Well, dry up those tears, your too beautiful to cry." I smiled at this and quikly dried them up. "Thanks. By the way, the names Victoria, but you can call me Tori for short." He er Zayn smiled and kissed my cheek. I gasped.
Well anyway, me and Zayn have been best friends since then. We've been through thick and thin together. I remember this one time I got really mad at him because he stole my heart-shaped locket. Thats what my mom gave me. But I got over it. Whats he gonna use it for anyway.
He once told me he had to go to an audition for a singing show. I was really exited. I told him once he gets famous i get 1/3 profit. "Uh yeah right. Thats my money your talkin about." I went with him to see him off. I knew i was risking the beat down by that lousy, no-good-for nothing piece of shit. But i think im good cause i told them im spending the night over Emily's.
When i got back home i tried not to talk to anyone. I went up to my room, grabbed my ipod, with my earbuds, and .......well thats it. I ran downstairs and the fucking retard yelled at me. "Hey slut. Where ya going. YOUR GROUNDED REMEMBER BITCH?!" "No im not you fucking retard." Instead i said "yep i know. Im goin to work." DAMN RIGHT YOU ARE! You need to pay the bills." I stopped dead in my tracks, turned to him him and yelled "HEY YOU FUCKING RETARD GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS CAUSE IM NOT PAYING THE BILLS!! THAT IS NOT MY JOB!!" He began yelling too, like he ever stops. "I DONT GIVE A FUCK YOU FUCKING SLUT! YOU BETTER OR YOUR HOMELESS! AND IF YOU RUN AWAY I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN LIKE A LITTLE BITCH YOU ARE!!" That fucking, bitchy retard.
