Lost and Found (On Hold)

Prologue: Georgia's Abuse.

3 Years earlier.

Prologue:

It was after school. I came home. Just after I closed the door I hear my mother coming down the steps. Oh no, what did she find this time.

“Georgia Annabelle Wye get your goddamn ass in this living room this instant!” my mother bellowed. I headed towards the living room. As I entered I see my mother face super red holding the bag of weed I was hiding for my friend since she got caught last time with it. Oh no. My mother steps forward and went right into my face and yelled, “What is this?” I held back my soon to be tears. I didn’t say anything.

“Answer me, you goddamn bitch!” she slapped me on the face. I stumbled back into the door. God did I closed the living room door, how am I supposed to escape now?

“Weed” I whispered.

“And what was this doing in your bedroom again?”

I started to shake; I looked down to the floor.

“Look at me when I talk to you! You are so much like your father its unbelievable” this time she punch me in my stomach making me double over. God more bruises I have to lie about at school. As much I loved my mother when she is in her good moods, which rarely happens anymore since my father past away, I try my best to keep her in the good moods but just looking at me seemed to peeve her off even more.

“Are you going to answer my question?”

I nodded my head but I couldn’t get my airflow to start again.

“I don’t hear the answer, answer the question, you little brat” she kicked me in the stomach.

“I was hiding it for Melanie!” I yelled. She laughed, not believing me.

“This is the third time I find this in your room this month and you give me the same lie each time, now you little bitch tell me the truth!” she aim to kick for the stomach but ended up kicking me in the face. I screamed. I started to sob. I can’t do this anymore.

“That is the truth, mother” she bent over and slapped me in the face.

“Don’t smart mouth me, you shit head”

I stayed silent. She kicked me again. I didn’t say anything. My mother bent over grabbed the collar of my shirt and lifted me off the ground. I do not know where she gets this strength, but maybe I’m just that light. She pinned me to the door and grabbed for my neck. She started to choke me.

“Now you little shit head, lets get this straight. When I ask you a question you better answer back, look at me, and tell me the truth and so far you have only done one of those things, how many times do I have to tell you this?”

I know the answer already, but I couldn’t breathe so how was I supposed to answer that?

She went ahead and answered it for me,

“Until you get it right, that’s it.” She let go of me and I tumbled to the floor. Gasping and gagging until I get some air into my lungs. She kicked me in the ribs and stood back watching me struggle. When I had air back in my lungs, I looked to the floor to see a puddle of blood. My hand went to my nose, when I took it away I see blood smeared all over it. Perfect. I look up at her with dagger eyes, biggest mistake. She walked back to where I was and kicked me in the face again. I got knocked over and blacked out for a second. When I regained my conscious I see her staring into my eyes.

“Get up” she barked. I struggled to a sitting position, but I was going to slow so she grabbed me by the hair and lifted me up. I screamed. I leaned against the door, not be able to hold myself up.

“Now listen, I’m going to my room, by seven o’clock I want to see you by the door with your stuff and get out of my fucking house. I never ever want to see your filthy little ass face again. You will not come back and you will leave this town. Since I’m a kind mother I’ll give you a thousand dollars and I’ll say goodbye to you” Kind? She saying she’s kind! She’s kicking me out of the house, after she beat the shit out of me.

“But-,” I started to say, but she slapped me in the face and kneed me in the stomach.

“No buts, do you understand? Now get to you goddamn room and start packing!”

She budges open the door, which knocked me, back onto the floor. I stay like that for at least an hour before I got back up and went to my room that’s down the hall beside the kitchen. I slammed the door shut and grabbed my bag from underneath my bed. I packed all of the important stuff. Two shirts, Three pants, Four sweaters, Five of underwear and socks, Three bras, my pencil case and booklet of paper, Three of my favorite books, tooth brush and paste, brush, two small bottles of shampoo and conditioner, and a warm but small blanket. No pillow for me. That’s too big to fit in my bag. I limped to the kitchen and grabbed the foods that will last long, sadly nothing healthy. I guess I will have to buy that and eat it right away. I can’t believe my mother is doing this to me. Maybe she will calm down and say she didn’t mean anything. I sighed. That will never happen. I walk into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror, I wash my face gently to get the blood off of me. My nose is slightly swollen, but not broken, I got a black eye, and I ring of bruises around my neck. I lift my shirt to reveal lots of different colour purple bruises on my stomach and ribs. This is so going to hurt me tomorrow. I look at my face again. You could say I was pretty when I wasn’t beaten. Big chocolate brown eyes, high cheek bones that always has a rosy hint of pink on them, nice dark long eyelashes, tan skin, with long wavy dirty blond hair. At least I wasn’t too short; 5’7” isn’t short right? I wonder how tall I’m going to be when I’m finish puberty. I look older then I am, people mistake me as for a 17 year old when I’m only 14. I sighed again and when back into the kitchen. I grabbed the best picture of my father and me and stared at it. I miss him so much. I took the picture out of the frame and folded it and put it in my bag. I soon heard steps coming down the steps. It’s seven already? I’m not ready to leave. This been my home since I was born and now my mother is kicking me out because of something I didn’t do.

“Georgia, I don’t see you at the front door! Are you disobeying me again? So soon, after what I told you what I want you to do this afternoon, tsk tsk” I walked out the kitchen and headed for the door.

“Here’s your money and goodbye little brat” she handed it to me and opened the door for me.

Well I guess this is the part I say, here’s the start of my journey. I wonder what is going to happen.

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A/N: I started a new story. I got this idea over the weekend and I just had to write it. I know in this Chapter that it's a female protagonist but this story is in the male protagonist. I just thoughtI let you guys know how Georgia ended up to be where she is three years from now, which you will find in the next Chapter. I hope you enjoy it! Next Chapter will be out Thursday. Keep reading. If you like the start of this read my two other stories then. A Special Witch or The Curse of Power. This will be my first story that's not supernatural.