My New Family

I Want Change

When that dirty bastard was finally done with me, I lie there, and just cried. I cried for hours, silently sobbing and choking back the loud yelps. I didn’t want to wake “mummy dearest”.

What did I do to deserve this? Why can’t I be happy for once in my life? When will something change? I had asked myself these questions my whole life, and I decided then and there, that I’d put up with enough. I wanted answers; no, I wanted change.

But.. what could I do? There was no-one I could talk to.. unless I told child services.. or the police.

But I would always have that little fear in the back of my mind about what my parents might do to me if they found out I’d told.. I was scared.. and trapped. I didn’t want to make any rash decisions, so I chose to sleep on it.

When I woke, I straightaway remembered all my thinking the night before. I knew what was right, what I had to do. 

I wanted to leave as quickly as possible, to avoid my parents torment, so I got up, and checked the time, 6:27am.. was the police station even open then? Duh, I thought to myself, they’re always open… aren’t they? Yeah.. I tried to reassure myself; Yeah I’m sure of it, now finally believing it.

I splashed some cold water onto my face and did a 5 minute make-up job, I’d gotten quite good at that, foundation, lip-gloss, mascara, eyeliner, shadow. Done. I grabbed whatever out of my wardrobe, which was an aztec print cropped jumper and plain black skinny jeans, with starry converse. I grabbed my sunnies, my favourite slouch beanie and my clutch, and started walking to the police station.

“Wait. Do I even know where this place is?! UGH. GREAT JOB AMBER.” I yelled frustratedly.. An elderly woman watering her garden, turned and looked at me strangely. “So sorry mam..” I mumbled with an embarrassed voice. I started walking fast and searched around my pockets and purse for my phone, I turned on the navigation system. Ugh, I was useless with maps.

After about half an hour of fumbling with that stupid phone, I was finally on my way.  It was only a few blocks away, it took me longer to actually find the friggin station than to walk there! 

Now, I was really starting to feel scared. I was standing by the big double doors, contemplating my choices. No. I’d thought about this long enough, and it was already almost 8:00. No backing down now, I thought to myself. I took a deep breath and pushed open the doors... OUCH, MY NOSE! Ohhhh, these are pull doors! I knew that.. and I looked around to see if anyone had seen that moronic move. Don’t think so.. okay… outstretching my arm and pulling the heavy door open, my heart pounded.

I looked around the banal, blank room, walls coated a sad grey and hard white chairs. I shyly walked up to the desk…