i HATE you

* Chapter 3*

I must of fallen asleep, because when I'd awoke, the smell of kitchen food came wafting up my nostrils. I shuffled around, trying to get comfy. The cobbled wall rubbing against my spine, still in my pyjamas, from running away yesterday morning. Lexi squirmed in my arms wriggling in discomfort. Her helpless body curled up, not able to do anything. I hugged her tight, thinking what am I ever going to do, with a baby to look after, and myself for that matter. No money nothing, except my clothes and a blanket, that I'd manage to grab from of the sofa. I miss home already. An awful smell took over from the kitchen food. Lexi needed changing. Great. I found a newspaper, dated this morning, and rapped it round her bright pink bottom. It might not be the most comfortable thing, but it would have to do. I saw the name of my mother, or at least I thought it was. I read the sentence reading;

' Christine Jackson, found dead in her living room, bruises down her arms, and blood leading to her head. Believe to be found by Jason Jackson (Christian's husband.) An investigation is being taken place, but also believed that she fell down a flight of stairs, and has died by her serious injuries.'

That's it. I couldn't take it anymore. If I went back I would be next on his list. My stepdad did this. I couldn't take that risk, for mine and Lexi's sake. But if I didn't go, no one would ever know the real truth.

No, I had to go back, face the music. A gush of tears poured out of my eyes. I leaned against Lexi, making a wet patch on her shoulder. Her small fingers wrapped around mine, lacing them together. I just couldn't get round the fact that my stepdad has already killed two people in my family, all I have left is Lexi. If I phoned the police they might not believe me. But I still had the bruises for evidence. No, he could just say, I'm clumsy like my mother. Or, the proof, when I saw Isabella on the floor tied up. This is might fault. If I hadn't said I hated her, she wouldn't be dead. A flicker of guilt rose inside me. My mother's dead because of me. Issabella's also dead because of me. If I hadn't gone to Rachel's house then she wouldn't of died to. No, I had to stop blaming myself, this was dad's fault, why am I even calling him dad, he's nothing to me, thank God. I didn't want any of his poisonous blood inside of me. Poor Lexi, she does though, but I love her too much to care about that.