No One Will Break Me

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Prologue

I tried to struggle out of her grip. She was hurting me for something that wasn't my fault. Nothing is ever my fault, but somehow she always turns it around so that it is. This is the reason why I never want to come home. I try to stay at school and join different clubs so I can avoid my mother at all times. At school I'm a bold person, who can stand up for herself, and defend herself and her friends. I feel peace when I'm in school. The sound of the school bell going off, the rush of people around you. The laughter, the debates, everything about school calmed me. It was my sanctuary. I was myself when I was surrounded by other people and voicing my thoughts. There, I didn't have to pretend to be anyone but me.  

Everyone has a place, or people they can be themselves with, and they also have things that makes their blood boil. Their anger is directed at the thing that they despise, usually because whatever happened with it was a misunderstanding or a mistake. According to my mom, I was the mistake. I'm what makes her blood boil. At heart, I'm sure she is just as beautiful she is inside as she is outside, but with me around she can never be herself. 

I felt a hot tear slide down my cheek stinging my skin as it proceeded to glide down my face. My arm was being twisted with a brutal force and I couldn't help but think that this was the end to me. I thought this many times before, but this time, I was sure. The reason for me being a mistake was back. My father had come home after thirteen years, when he left my mom and I when I was only one years old. He was trying to justify himself that he was deported back to England, and he was finally back to come see me and raise me. But more importantly, to take me away from her. 

Christopher Anthony Edwards. My father. I couldn't help but wish he hadn't come, or remembered us. Or even better yet, died. I hated him just like I hated my mother. It was his fault I was here in the first place. If no one aknowledged me, let alone love me, what was my purpose in this world? Just to be my mother's way of relieving her of all of her stress. 

I felt my hands ball up into fists. This situation was all their faults. I shouldn't be the one to blame. As much as I wished to speak up and to run away, I couldn't. I've tried so many times that it should be illegal to get so many chances, but there was a small part of me that still held on to my parents. The hope for them, and how much I still loved them, even though everything that I've been through.  

I shouldn't be complaining because I still had parents, and even though I was abused, I had faith that I would somehow get out of here respectfully. 

This is what I had hoped for every second of my life till this day, but now that my father was actually standing in front of me today, I was wrong. Nothing would ever occur peacefully. Seeing my mother's reaction to my father scared me to an extent that I wished I was already dead. I wished I had died before I had ever witnessed this moment. No one loved me. 

My mother didn't love me, and she was very blunt about it, anyone would see it. I didn't have to be told either. I was the product of what my mother and father were forced into doing. My father and mum had an arranged marriage, and mother didn't want to marrry my father. It was against her will, but, she was forced to and was locked into a room with my dad. Everyone expected a connection between them. But there wasn't, just news that was a pain to my mom, and joy to the rest of my family. Any other man would have been shining with pride, but my dad felt nothing at the news. My mom was pregnant. 

My mom never wanted me, still doesn't want me, and never will in the future either. Her anger and frustration was directed into me for my whole life, even as a baby. When people look at their children, they see their own characteristics or the characteristics of the love of their life in their kids. I was an exact copy of my mom, blonde hair and blue eyes, yet she still claimed to be only disgusted by me. 

"What the hell is your problem? You're hurting her! Can't you see she would be better off living with me and not you? Let her go!" My dad bellowed on the top of his lungs. His face was as red as a tomato, and his professional and calm way of explaining everything led to no where. So instead, he let all his anger burst out. 

" I'm not hurting her. See. Because if I hurted her, she would be dead by now." Mom said all off this in an extrememly calm manner, and then I knew, I wasn't going to be spared today. Not like I'm ever spared for anything. "Tell your father you don't want to go with him!" She shrieked at me. 

Tears started to pour down my face, mirroring the rain that was pelting against the roof outside. I didn't want this. Why can't this be over with already? I don't want to be involved. I was pleading in my head. I didn't want to be here, and I didn't ask for this so why was I here? Why me? 

I remained quiet not wanting part in the conversation, no it was a fight. I couldn't even say it was a divorce arguement. I cried silently. 

I thought about what my punishment was going to be because of the huge fuss, and to add to the mess even more, it was centered around me. My mind drifted to all my painful memories, that were all results of my mom's abuse.  

Once, I had come home from school with mud on my clothes, for this, my mom dunked my head in the toilet bowl, and almost drowned me in the bath tub. Now I would be able to think nothing of it, but then, I was only five. 

Another time, I was eight and I had gotten sick with a high fever that needed serious medical attention. Unfortunately, that wasn't the attention that I had received. I was thrown down the stairs and my head was bleeding dramatically. 

She even beat me to a pulp one day, because she had been fired from her job, and she claimed that it was my fault. And that was not the only time that I've been hurt so badly, that I could've died. I still didn't understand why I didn't die, but my time should've been up a long time ago.  

I waas suddenly startled when I felt someone grab my arm shaking me out of my reverie violentely. I realized that all attention was on me, and I hadn't said a word, because I didn't want to be a part of my parents' situation. 

Unfortunately I made the wrong decision of staying silent because my mom twisted my arm until I heard a sharp crack. I screamed out in agony, as pain shot up my arm. This was not the first time that this had happened. I was just terrified that right of the back she hurt me dangerously for the first blow. 

I cradled my arm and hopelessly hoping my mom wouldn't do anything else to me for a while, but I knew that would definitely not be what will happen. 

" You sicken me Danica!" My dad spat my mom's name and gently picked me up so that I could leave with him. 

This was my time to escape and I would never leave such an opportunity. I got up to leave with him, but when I looked back, all I saw was my mom's bloodshot eyes, that weren't sleep deprived, but the eye itself was a scarlet red. I kept moving to get away from this terrible nightmare, but I knew that everything that had happened today will change me forever. 

" Stop Christopher!" My mother screeched. "You will pay for this Chris!" And with that, Danica, the woman who claimed to be my biological mother, raised a gun and pulled the trigger. I screamed bloody murder, and ran away as fast as I could. 

I ran to the car and threw myself in, and demanded George, our butler to start driving and to not look back. I was furious, outrage, and filled with sadness for my father. I'm leaving but even if I turn back, nothing will happen to me. I'm not the sweet Ally that couldn't harm a fly. I'm Alyson Edwards, and no one will be able to hurt me, because now I'm undamageable. 

No one will break me, because I don't have to pretend to be weak. 

And just like that my whole life changed, including me.

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