Rescued Ruins

Prologue (Part 2)

When I got home all hopes of change were crushed as my parents were at it again. They fought too much for people who claimed to "love" eachother. I had learnt to block out the noise and bickering when I'd finally given up on trying to save their marriage. It had gone from whispered arguments at night when they thought I was asleep to loud shouting and screaming not giving a fuck whether I was there or not. One day it got so bad that my father went crazy and lunged at my mom beating her to a pulp. He almost killed her. She nearly died! She was in hospital for like a month after that. - Till this day I do not know how my dad is still here. Why he never went to jail. - After that I decided to be my mother's sheild, decided to stop blocking it out but stay in my room, really close to the door, so I could pounce when I heard my mother cry. Because that was the most hurtful thing I had ever endured.

As soon as I walked in they lowered their voices and moved into the kitchen. I knew as I was walking to my room that this time was different. That this was it. But I was no less surprised when I heard the words my mom spoke as I was at the foot of the staircase.

"Well I'm tired of this Steve, it's over," she said, "I'm leaving!"

I spun around at her words, " What? " I asked, horrified. After all I'd done to keep this man, my father, from hurting her, she was leaving? Leaving me with him!

I looked at my mother, horror and disgust painted my on face. She began to say something as she walked towards me.

" No, " I whispered, holding back tears.

"Honey..." she begun. "

"No!" I shouted and bolted up the stairs to my room, "I hate you! " I screamed down the stairs before I banged my door shut and locked it, because in that moment I really did hate her. I hated that she wasn't strong enough to fight her own battles. I hated her, for making me both her mother and my own. I hated her for everything but most of all, I hated her for leaving because she was all I had and I loved her more than anything. She was leaving. Leaving me. I began to cry. I didn't cry often but that night I did.

. . .

I kept my myself locked in my room for seven days straight. I did not talk to anyone or eat much . One would say it was 'a cry of help from a depressed teenager' but that wasn't it. It's not like I had anyone to talk to to if I did want to talk or anything to do if I left the room and I wasn't gonna find refuge in food. I wrote a lot in that week but not one of those songs did I finish. My mom came around to fetch the rest of her things on the last day.

She came to my door and knocked softly, I unlocked the door, opened it for her and went back to sit in my bed. There were tissues and crumpled papers everywhere. She came in and sat at the corner of my bed.

" Sweety... " she began. I held up a finger for her to stop.

"No, mom." I said tears threatening, "I have been there for you mom, every single fucking time! Every time. I have been bruised and battered because I was always at your aid. Whenever that bastered lost his temper, I never let him hurt you. I fought him every time mom, and you let me. I had to endure hot days in sweaters or long sleeved shirts so no one would see the shit he did to me, so I could keep your little secret safe. He beat me black and blue while you watched, you coward! But you're the one who gets to leave?" the tears had begun to fall.

" Abi this isn't about you -"

"No mom, it's not!" I cut her off, " It never has been! You get to do whatever the hell you want and not face the consequences. Pick fights with dad 'cause you know that you won't have to fight them. 'Cause you know your daughter, Abi, will save you. 'Cause she's afraid he'll beat the shit out of you again and maybe this time kill you for real. It's all about you mom all about what you want so if you want to leave, then go!" I shouted.

"Abi, please." she begged.

"Go mom!" I shouted louder.

She looked at me, dumbfounded. She looked sad, hurt even. Like I'd ripped her heart out and fed it to the dog or something. But I didn't care anymore. I wiped the tears away, looked her straight in the eyes, took a deep breath and said, " Mom, I love you," my voice voice wavered a bit but I kept it together, " But please get the fuck out of my room and go wherever you want to go. Please."

I got out of bed and began picking up the tissues and papers scattered on my bedroom floor and bed and tossed them in the bin, I was done crying. After a while I heard the front door shut and my mother's car pull out of the driveway.

I needed to get out to breathe. I grabbed my guitar and a notepad. And with a pen stuck in the bun at the top of my head I walked out of the house.

. . .

It was only when I got to the park and sat under the tree that I remembered my promise to Ashton. A promise I'd broken seven days before. I wondered how long he sat there waiting for me and what he thought when he realised I wasn't coming and finally left. I felt really bad for forgetting. Thank you very fucking much mom and dad, I thought. I had to find him and apologise.

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AN: Hey guys hope you're liking the story. This part was short but I thought the prologue would be too long if I did it all in one go. I added a photo of who I think fits Abi's character (in the physical) her name is Jasmine Sanders. Thanks for reading.
xx Ana