Angel with a shotgun {COMPLETED}

Angel with a shotgun

Annabell Wanda Allie Stumfare, I know, long name huh? I'm 13, a witch, and have an abusive father.

A crash from downstairs made me shuffle around, my stupid muggle father doesn't understand, it's my last 2 weeks before going back to Hogwarts.

Then again, my father never did give a crap about me. I slid off my bed, pulling the covers with me. The August heat stiffling my room, I stood infront of my mirror and tied my brown hair into a messy bun. I pulled my boxer shorts down, pulled my tshirt off and wrapped a towel around myself.

I shut the bathroom door and locked it, screams and yelps could be heard even with the water running. The towel dropped, my scars and bruises visible. I stepped under the water, letting the cool water run down my spine. I shuffled out of the shower, wrapping the towel around myself again.

I stepped into my room, and got dressed, pulling my The Cab shirt on with a pair of jean shorts and my grey vans, someone knocked on my door. "Bitch! Your stupid freak mates are here to take you. Pack your crap and leave you pathetic shit!" My father's voice carried through my door.

My stuffs been packed for days, only because me mate Nat said he'd come collect me. I grabbed my case and flipped my hat on, pulling my school bag over my sholder and walked out me room. "Butch."

"What,"

"Try and die this year."

I didn't bother answering. At times, while he beated me, I wished to be dead. I closed the front door, leaving my tear striken mother with the beast. My younger sister not yet a victum to him.

Nat and Jake stood infront of me, they rushed over and gave me a hug each. Nat whispered in my ear, "You don't need to go back next year." And while Jake was hugging me he said to me, "Come to mine for Christmas." I smiled, but felt sad because Lucy would be caught up in my fathers whirlwind, and after Lucy, Mike would be it. A never ending cycle.

"I was hoping Lucy would turn out a witch so she coukd come, but she's a muggle. Now I hope Mike turns out a wizard." I said to the guys while sitting on the London tube on our way to Doncaster where Jake lives, the both smiled sadly. Nat perked up, "Why don't they come stay at my place over Christmas, mine and Jake's dads can take on yours!" He said, trying to cheer me up.

I smiled and nodded, not wanting them to know the full truth.