The Journey

Chapter 1

Author Note:
Up above is a picture of Mackenzie.

Chapter 1
"Get your ass in here you worthless piece of shit!"
That right there is a normal occurrence at my grandparent's house. I unfortunately, was left here by my mom when I was five. Her and my dad had gotten a divorce and neither one wanted me. To them, I was a burden and shouldn't exist. What do they do? They grab me and put me in the truck and tell me that we are going on a road trip. Next thing I know I am at my grandparent's house in Kentucky. The only good thing that has come out of this are my friends at my school and the next door neighbors. My grandparents constantly call me a slut and a whore. I know what you're thinking. Why in the world would a grandpa and grandma call their granddaughter these things? Well here's your answer. My mother (their daughter) was a slut and she got pregnant with me at fifteen. They tried everything they could to make her lose the baby aka me. Ever since that day they have hated me. It's a mutual feeling because they beat me and verbally abuse me on a daily basis. They always hit me when they are drunk or high. Which is most of the time. When they do hit me they make sure they hit me to where no one will see it. Right now I have four bruised ribs, at least twenty cuts from them, and five bruises. Today is my first day of sophomore year. They forced me to change schools in middle school. I am just now coming back to my old school where all of my old friends are.

First Day
They let me use their 2005 Chevy Avalanche to drive myself to school. "If you so much as get in trouble today I will beat you so fucking hard that you won't even remember your first day! Do you understand me slut?" "Yes sir."
That was how my shitty morning started. Little did I know it was about to get worse. At least for the other person. I walked into the office and asked the receptionist for my schedule, locker number, and locker combo. She smiled at me and wished me luck on my first day. I was on my way to my locker when I bumped into what I thought was a wall. Boy was I wrong; the "wall" I bumped into was none other than my old best friend that knew everything about me except for the abuse. His name is Emmett.

(A picture of Emmett)

He is so sweet, nice, and caring. At least that is how I remember him. "Watch where your walking dumb bitch!" said the man that I used to call my best friend. The books I had read were right. People do change...I never thought that one of my childhood best friends would call me a bitch, yet alone yell it at me. I was suddenly yanked out of my thoughts. "Yeah slut who do you think you are?" I looked up at who had said it and recognized him as Brandon.