b r a e l y n n
"No dad, please stop." I cried as my 'father' pinned me to the wall by my hair.
This is life for me. My mum died when I was 14 (2 years after we moved from Melbourne to Ireland), my dad now is an alcoholic that abuses me, I self harm, don't eat, don't sleep, and to top all of that amazing stuff off, I'm bullied at school.
"Shut up youre worthless." he growled angrily, his breath reeked of alcohol.
"You better be here when I get back." he growled again. Pub. I know it. Once again he'll go get drunk, come back, abuse me again for no apparent reason, and pass out on the floor. It's a routine. Sadly, ive gotten used to ot.
But now, I have had enough of this absolute shit.
I ran up to my room, an hour until he got home, and packed everything, all my clothes, all my chargers, phone, laptop, makeup, and pictures. But there was one thing I didn't pack. I wore it. A necklace my mum gave me while she was in the hospital. A black wing necklace, my mum had the other half.
I grabbed my phone and called a contact I didn't know I would call for a while. My cousin, James Yammouni.
"Hello?" he answered. I heard clanking and shouting in the background.
"Guys shut the hell up." he said.
"James, i've had enough. After mum died, i dont know what happen, my dad went crazy and he abuses me."
"WHAT?!" he yelled. All the noise stopped.
"Braelynn, why havent you called anyone?" he asked.
"Ive been too scared. Ive tried a few times but hes caught me each time. That's why im doing it now while hes at the pub. I need your help James."
"Okay. Buy yourself a plane ticket and get your ass over here."
"Yes James I know."
"Okay Brae, call me as soon as you land. Your living with me and I won't let him hurt you again."
"Okay. I love you kid."
"Love you to Brae."
Hanging up, I went on the Internet to the Dublin Airport Website to buy a ticket. After, i ran to the quickest bus stop, paid my fair and told him my location.
When I arrived at the airport I showed the desk lady my ticket and lined up at the terminal.
I got on the plane I looked for my seat and sat down after putting my bags in the overhead thing. Here we go.
*20 hours later*
"Braelynn? Did you land safe are you okay?" James rushed.
"James I'm fine. I'm here please come pick me up."
"Of course, I'll be there in 20 minutes."
"Thank you."
He hung up and I waited. I looked at my wrists. My scars were healing but they were still there. Wait, they were still there, crap. Quickly I dropped all of my bags and pulled out concealer and some powder and hid the scars on my arms. Sighing from completion I put everything away and messed around on my phone. It was a iPhone 4 and i had it since i was 14 which im 17 now. I had 47 missed calls and 23 text messages, all from my dad. This man is fucked up.
*20 minutes later*
"Braelynn?." I knew that voice anywhere.
I smiled and looked up. "James!" I hopped up and ran over to him and wrapped by arms around his neck. He spun me around and kissed my cheek.
"I missed you so much!" I said as he put me down.
"I missed you too!" I said as we walked over to get my stuff. He grabbed my suitcase and I grabbed my back pack.
"So, what are these... Janoskians?" I asked.
"Crazy," He chuckled, "They are also really, really dumb at times. Beau is the oldest he's 19 and acts likes he 8. Daniel is 18 and will always have you laughing. Okay, now Luke and Jai are twins. They are both 17. And trust me you will be able to tell the difference between them once you know their names. And then you have me. We're 5 idiots on YouTube."
I giggled. "Braelynn, you have gotten really, really tiny. Not saying you were fat but look at you." James noticed.
"Lots of sports." I lied.
he nodded. "How did Aunt Jess die?" he asked.
"Um heart attack, at work. it was a big one. they said she might not make it and well, they didn't lie."
"I'm sorry." he apologized.
"No don't be." i said and he nodded.
"Lets go home." he said.
"Good idea."
I could only think about one thing, will they like me?
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Thanks heaps for reading.. love you all!
-Madi
