No one understands me

Chapter eleven - Facing mark

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I'd been staying at Jake's for a week now. I would wait in his room and listen to music whilst he went to school. I havn't been to school in a week as I couln't go home. Not at the minute. But I finally thought to myself even if I wanted to stay here for a bit longer I would have to go back home to get some stuff, and even Carrie. I don't know whether she's alright. I have to find out.

I had three hours until Jake got home, so I decided to take it upon myself and head back home to gather some things.

I really loved Jake and his family. His mums never really home much as she works a lot and his dad is a bit of an alcoholic. Unfortunately, but at least we get the house to ourselves most of the time.

Jake had given me his grey hoodie over the past week and I usually wear his trackies around the house. So I put on a clean pair of black trackies, my blouse and his hoodie. I loved the smell of that hoodie, it made me smile when I know that I always have a piece of him with me.

I put on my sandals and raced back to my house. I'm surprised I know the way home.

I got to the back door and thankfully it was open.

I slid it open and crept upstairs as I could hear the television blaring out from the living room.

My bed was stript and the picture of dad was on the floor. I ran over to it and picked it up. My blood boiled as I saw the glass was on the floor from the photo fame.

He has really burst my bubble now!

I stomped downstairs not giving a shit who could hear me and stormed into the lounge and lobbed the remote control at a sleeping Mark.

Suddenly the snoring stopped and he looked me in the eye.

"YOU!" He said sharply

"Yes me."

"What you doing back here, your not welcome."

"fuck off am I not welcome you selfish pig! I am welcome here all I want, and I don't give a shit if you don't want me here, I live here so you put up with it Shrek!"

He stood up and came face to face with me.

"How dare you. I pushed off the roof once, don't think that's all I can do," He screeched down my ear

"oh PISS OFF and  grow some balls!" I retaliated

I took a swing at him and I nearly lost my hand in his stomach fat. He grabbed my hand and bent it back as I let out a yell.

I kicked and scratched and bit him but he would just hurt me more.

"And how dare you brake the picture of dad. My dad. Not you. I wouldn't give two shits if you broke a picture of you! But my dad, your such a fucking dick head, you know that!"

"Oh that waste of human life!" He laughed

With those words I sprinted into the kitchen and back in the lounge and stepped towards him. I pointed the sharp object straight at him and warned him to back off talking about my dad like that and if he didn't I would stab him to death!

He sat back down onto the sofa and continued to laugh saying that I woldn't dare. I had to do something to wipe that pathetic, annoying smirk off of his beast of a head. I lobbed the knife and left the lounge and into m room like a bolt of lightning.

I grabbed a bag and stuffed clean clothes, underwear, and bra's into the bag. I also snatched some trainers and more sandals and stuffed them also into my bag.

Yelling continued downstairs and then it suddenly stopped. What did I do?

I picked up my laptop and placed it in the zip bit of my bag and zipped my bag shut.

I scooped up the remains of dads picture and put that in a separate bag along with my teddies on my bed, and every other object I wanted in my room.

I swung my bags over my shoulder and turned around and screamed.

"You stabbed me!" Mark shouted

"I told you not to mess with me didn't I. You deserved it you dick!"

"You stabbed me, and now you pay!"

He swung out at me and I dodged and ran downstairs and straight for the back door.

My bags were banging against me and I looked back to see if I was being chased.

I was!

The times that I thought I was going to be caught!

The times that he was just a few inches away!

When I reached Jake's house I started to panic as I forgot where he said he puts the spare key.

A firm grip was around my wrists.

"Now is that time!" Mark grunted

I screamed loudly wishing that someone would come out.

He slapped his spare hand across my mouth as I struggled to try and escape his wrath.

"Oi!" Yelled the warming voice

Mark looked sharply at the gorgeous guy running towards him.

Jake!!!!!

I kicked Mark in between his tree trunks for legs as he wasn't focusing on me no more. His grip loosened as Mark pushed him away.

The fight broke out between Mark and Jake.

God please protect my gorgeous boy!