BAD BOY ACROSS THE WORLD

CHAPTER TEN

"It was me when I was four, the day we were sat in the court room waiting for my mother to give the judge three reasons as to why she wanted to get a divorce. My father didn't want to be the one who had asked for a divorce because he never wanted to come out to people as the bad guy. She wasn't happy about his decision but they'd had enough fights and she was tired of them so she agreed. Nothing made sense between the two of them but then again I was a four year old, who understands anything at that age?" I pulled out a picture from my scrap book that my mum had made for me ever since the day I was born.

"This one was the first time my dad sent me a letter home on my birthday. This is the envelope and this is the actual letter. He never sent me anything that time except a Walmart gift card. I never actually used it because I thought it was going to be his only time sending one of these things so I kept it. I haven't used the damn thing once but it's probably expired by now. When he started sending a present each week I stacked them us saving each one except the outfits" I explained showing them a picture, the envelope and the Walmart card.

"Then we have this one. It was my first day of elementary school, the first day Aiden came back from his last shoot for the film he was taking part in. It was the first time my mother lost complete trust from me, the dirt on me explains it all. I spun the steering wheel of the car which caused it to swerve off the road. I didn't get affected that much it was only my ankle. The cast was hidden behind my combat boots and Aiden made it out perfectly fine, after all it was just a tree" I felt the glint in my body rise up to my cheeks a smile formed slowly. Every memory these pictures brought back told a different story that belonged to me.

"This one is the last one. It was a picture my mum took of me the day before I left America to live with my dad. I wasn't happy about the choices she made for me but I thought of it her way and I kind of thought she was only doing it to take a break from me and to be honest I don't blame her. Aiden tried to stop her and Damien stayed with me the day before. My mother didn't really care though, she went out drinking that night and came home drunk off her ass wearing a boys top with tiny booty shorts. It explained why she had gotten plastic surgery which had finished a few weeks before I moved. The first night the treatment was finished she went out to a bar and came home with a man. He looked to maybe be in his mid-thirties and I wasn't saying he was ugly or anything I just didn't understand the idea of getting another father. I didn't want to be disappointed and I'm sure I would have moved myself if they decided to get married" I explained my story letting a tear slide down my face slowly. The idea of change twisted my mind.

My fingers touched the corner of each page as I flicked through each one remembering each scene like it was yesterday. Everything that played out in my mind wasn't going anywhere any time soon and I was getting annoyed that no one cared anymore. I was standing in an open world that consisted of no rocks, I was just stood there alone and if I was correct, the beaches were completely empty. I understood that this was only for a small amount of time but that small amount of time was affecting me way too fast.

I was sat in Janelle's office who I had been staying with for a few weeks now with Milly and Miss Shaw to me known as Tiffani. I had packed up two suitcases and told everyone I was going to be safe and not to worry about me. There was a little argument between the entire family, but when they were too caught up in their thoughts I ran out straight away. Every night since then we have been taking it slow with me telling the three about my past, today is the last one where I am going to be using every one of my pictures to tell them my stories in different orders. They were the ones choosing the pictures, I was the one speaking.

"What happened this night, the night your father decided to burst out on you and you had to stand up for yourself?" Milly held up a picture of both my father and myself standing in my room, my mouth clearly open screaming the words I probably didn't mean. He on the other hand had to fists balled up on either side of his chest because his arm was crossed across the top part of his torso. His normally relaxed, straight jaw was hardened from his grinding teeth giving it a stronger definition. His eyes on the other hand were narrowed at me as if staring me down like I was a piece of trash glued to the wall behind my body.