i HATE you

I awoke by alcohol seeping up the stairs, and under the gap of my bedroom door. Sweat taking over my blood, in my body, from where I'd boiled, from under my silk bed covers, not wanting to ever come out. A familiar voice called me down for breakfast. I found the same meal that we had had last night. At the party. I grabbed a plate, and filled it with cheese and crackers. The muscular man stood in front of me , looking down at my, golden syrup hair. I tried hiding behind my food, but instead got pulled from beneath me, left lieing on the floor. He kicked me hard. I got up so he couldn't hurt me again. I ran towards the door ,but got blocked by his solid arm.

"Don't you run away from me again, DO you UNDERSTAND?"

I didn't reply

"You'll regret ignoring me Isabella." He spat

"MAYA my name's MAYA!!" I screamed

" oh yeah, Isabella is your DEAD twin." He laughed before letting me go.

I slammed my bedroom door shut. Forgetting to lock it. It didn't matter though, I've been beaten up for long enough. I saw my dad's shadow from the gap under my door, he made that gap. I dimmed the light, and tried making slight snoring noises, hoping it would make him think I was asleep. He wasn't fooled. I leaned against the wall, and felt it vibrate, from him punching it with his fist.

The door handle slowly twisted, then opened. He stormed in. I tried escaping, but was caught by him clenching my wrist. he pinned me up against the wall. I screamed, hoping someone would hear me and rescue me. I heard light footsteps on the stairs, guessing it was my mother. She stood in the doorway. I looked at her, trying to make eye contact. She looked up at me, then turned away and walked back out onto th landing. She lost the will to fight a long Time ago. I think I am to. The last bit of fear came out of me, hitting him hard, in his big bold chest, causing him to fall in pain to the floor. I ran down the stairs straight out the front door, not daring to look back. I ran an ran , until I had to stop. I was out of breath, and gasping for air. I knelt down to tie my lace, after wiping the salvia of my face that dad had spat on me just moments ago. I shivered at the thought. When I say dad, I mean stepdad. After dad had died in a car crash, mum had no money and was left with no home and me to look after. She was forced to marry my stepdad, and. year later mum Dell pregnant with Lexi my baby sister, Lexi. She's 18 months I'm 13. I once came home from Rachel's house (my old best friend) to find Isabella and my tied up on the kitchen floor. I'd crouched down beside Isabella, and had stroked her soft Sun yellow hair. She died right in front of me. Losing a twin I like losing the other half of you. Born together, raised together, supposed to die together. I got forced to believe Isabella had tripped and died because of that. I knew the truth. The full truth. After dad had gone to the pub, I untied mum. She told me I'd saved her life and that she'd repay me somehow. Turns out how much truth was in that.

I found a bench and sat down. A cold tear ran dawn my cheek before falling onto the floor. This time they wouldn't stop. Dad had pulled off, my one and only photo of me and Isabella and smashed it on to the floor. I didn't know this until I'd ran out of the house. A grey eyed boy came and sat next to me. His corn coloured hair lay above his eyes and long blonde lashes.

" Are your ok?"was the first thing he asked

I turned to face him. His storm grey eyes looked in to mine. I turned away scared in case he saw me blush.

"yeah I'm fine." I answered

"it's just I saw you cry..." He stopped as soon as he saw my face.

"what the.."

"my stepdad." I cried. I've never told anyone that it was my stepdad who did this to me.

" my name's Noah, Noah Clark." He said

"Maya, Maya Jackson." I replied

"nice name, to match your beautiful face." He commented

"you to." I commented back. We both laughed. " I know I've only just met you, but I've never felt so happy for as long as I can remember." I smiled

"Haha, I'll take that as a compliment." He answered "here's my phone number call me later," he winked at me, before kneeling down to kiss my forehead. He walked on not looking back.

That was nice I thought, looking down at the piece of paper he'd just given me.

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