When She's Not Here. (Sequel to 'Him, Me and Them.)

Chapter 23

>> Authors note <<
Before I start writing this, there will be a reference toward step family's. This is just for the purpose of showing how careless Clare is with her words and shows how she really doesn't know anything about her mother. This was not to offend anyone, I have bestfriends who have step-fathers and there is absolutely nothing wrong with it.

<<~~ Clares POV ~~>>

-- 7 Days later --

It's so lonely at home. I love my mam but it's ALWAYS about how she's crying again and you can't say one word because she'll go off on one again. I love her but I'm sick of her wining. She has had a "rough" childhood. That's all Ella will tell me. I don't know why SHE knows and I don't. Okay so she had a rough childhood. So? So did I for God sake.

There was a girl in my class called Kelsey when I was in Primary school. I was best friends with her and another girl, Katie. Kelz was a bit of a nutter. One day in class, we were sitting beside each other and she whispered, "Look", and pointed to her knees. I looked down and she had a knife in her hand. And it's not like it was a butter knife, it was a steak knife so it was huge.

"Wanna play a game?", she whispered. I just smiled and nodded. We had a knife. We were big girls now.

She took the knife and rolled up her school shirt to her stomach. I gasped. Her stomach was covered in cuts. She took the knife and put it into herself. The blood started to rush out. She took out a packet of tissues, took them all out of the wrapper and pressed them against her stomach. She was so calm and had obviously done this before. Hence the scars. She asked me to play but I refused. This happened a load of times until one day Katie and I were at her house and she told me she had to play. Rather than sticking the knife in me, she called her step-father in. Before I go any further, I'd hate to have a step-father or brother or sister. Imagine your mam having kids with two men?

Anyway, her step dad came in and he said, "You brought friends this time? I love you Kelz."

He bent down and kissed her forehead.

"Will we play sharp or skin?" He asked her.

"Can we play skin? It doesn't hurt anymore!"

"Good girl. Okay we will try skin."

He walked over to me and rolled up my sleeve. I tried to push him away but I couldn't. He took the knife and scraped the top layer of skin off my arm. I screamed in agony.

"Is mummy home? You know we can't tell anyone because we will get in trouble."

"Nope Kelz she's gone out. I'm glad you remembered. Good girl. Your getting this fast!"

While they were having this lovely conversation, I was lying on the floor, Katie hovering over me, screaming in pain.

This happened for ages until about 2 weeks before I went to secondary school. I was at Katie's house and then Kelz called around with her step dad. Because of how sore it was and because we all hated her step dad, we avoided going to hers but when they asked Katie's mam, we had to.

We got into the house. He hit Katie and knocked her out and then he dragged me into the kitchen.

"How DARE you ignore my daughter!" He hit me in the cheek and I landed on the ground. When I landed I hit my head off the table. It knocked me out. When I woke up I was in a pool of blood, with a load of ambulance men around me. I was taken to hospital where mam and dad and Ella met me.

Mam was all lovey dovey and I could tell it was killing her to be out of the spotlight. This lasted 2 weeks and it was back to her sniffling, crying epsiodes. I could have died. They told us that I was lucky to be alive. Still have the scars from the bastard.

Last year, I found out that Katie was dead. We went to different secondary schools and kind of lost touch for a while. That's what I regret the most. I wish I told her more and talked to her more.

He killed her. Cut her one to many times. He wasn't convicted and it came out a week later that Kelz had went to the cliff walks with him and he killed her and himself.

Both of my best friends died and yet I didn't get half the attention. Mam was upset about some "Death" anniversary of one of her close family. Yeah right.

It just annoys me how attention seeking she is, that's all.

I shake my head to get rid of the memories. Checking my phone for the time, I jump up from my bed and walk outside and towards the park, after saying bye to mam. Mark picks me up and we go to his.

He brings me to the bedroom, and just sits on the bed. I try to hug him but he pulls away. I'm so confused. He won't even look at me. What have I done to him? I try a few times and then give up.
All of a sudden he dives on me, laughing, and I lye back and enjoy the ride.