School. Oh how I hate school. Everyday is hell. 6 hours of being bullied and having no friends and no one to talk to. It didn't help that I was always the new girl. My mom and I moved around a lot.
When the bell rang at the end of the day I quickly got my stuff out of my locker and began my walk home.
As soon as I walked in the door my mom was already asking me questions. "How was school?" She asked. "It's school mom it's never good" I replied as I put my bag on the ground. "Has your father called you?" She asked. "Mom he hasn't called me in two years why would he call me now" I said as I untied my shoes.
The thing about my father is that he's never really there. My mom and him were 22 when they got drunk at a party and hooked up and used the condom wrong. Luckily they had been dating for 2 years so he just proposed because it seemed like the right thing to do since he did get her knocked up. For the first 10 years they were okay and the perfect parents but of course that wouldn't last long. They then got into fights, he became a alcoholic, got abusive, treated my mom and I like crap. He went to rehab and he got better. That lasted up until 3 years ago. He began drinking again, dis drugs, got abusive again,he cheated on my mom and occasionally he'd come into my room and try to force me to have sex with him if I refused he'd hit me and he threatened to do worse if I told my mom . He packed up and left my mom and I. He called me a few times, just apologizing and saying that he loved me but he didn't want to see me this way and hurt my mom and I anymore. The first few months I was distant from everyone. Lost my friends, didn't talk to my mom much. That's when I started getting bullied. We moved several times but I always got bullied. I was really distant, I was upset that my dad left me, I didn't trust anyone. But I started talking to my mom again so at least I have her.
" I'm going to go up to me room" I said as I grabbed my bag and walked up the stairs. My mom understood why I always stayed in my room. She just let me be by myself.
I walked into my room and took off my sweater. I decided to change into some sweat pants and a t-shirt. I took off my shirt and leggings. I was just in my bra and underwear. I looked in the mirror and saw all my cuts and bruises. I turned and saw a big red spot just a little lower than my neck from when Ashley, a bitch from school, hit me with her locker door. My body was covered in bruises and cuts. I started cutting when my father first left and then I started getting bullied so it kinda stuck. I saw my door start to open from the mirror and saw my mom walk in and gasp. "Damn it" I muttered under my breath. "Honey, I thought it stopped, I thought you stopped." My mom said as she walked closer to me. A tear went down my face. "Mom when will it stop" I said as I tuned around and hugged her. "We're moving" she whispered in my ear. "Where?" I asked as I began to release from the hug. "We'll move in with grandma and grandpa." She replied. I just kinda looked at her confused. "You have friends there, plus they had a 3 bedroom house that they don't need for themselves." She said as she whipped me years. "Yeah, Niall, I haven't seen him in 3 years he probably forgot about me." I replied. "Well then remind him."
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Okay so that was the prologue, the chapters will be longer. I hope that you enjoy and continue reading :-))
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FanfictionYou know how everyone says "everything happens for a reason", well I don't believe in that shit. I was not born for a reason, just a miss use of a condom. Nothing happens for a reason, well at least that's what I thought, before I saw him again.
