Rejected

Chapter 1: Hurt

I cried dismally in my bed as I heard another row between my mum and dad. "WHY? YOU ARE SUCH A COWARD! YOU... ARE TRYING TO TELL ME YOU'RE LEAVING? NO! YOU KNOW WHAT, YOU'RE NOT! YOU CAN'T JUST LEAVE, YOU CAN'T JUST WALK OUT!" my mum screamed, sounding desperate.

"WHY CAN'T I? IT'S NOT LIKE YOU CARE ANYWAY! YOU'RE A FLIPPIN' FOOL, YOU KNOW THAT?!" Dad replied angrily.

"SHUT UP! YOU'RE GOING... you're going to wake up Cassie. The last thing she needs is to hear us having another bloody row!"

That's it! I've had enough! I have got to tell them to work it out. I got out of bed, all teary-eyed. Stepping onto the cold wood floor, I straightened out my navy blue pajama top and my pink checkered pajama bottoms. I wiped my face with my pink fluffy flannel and opened my bedroom door. I tip-toed down the magnolia coloured, fluffy carpeted stairs and walked on the wood floor, standing at the entrance of the living room.

"I DON'T CARE! I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT CASSIE!" I felt as if my heart had been ripped out my chest. Silence. My parents were standing face-to-face, then slowly, they both turned their heads to me. I felt the tears stream down my face.

"Cassie." my mum whispered, struggling to say my name. I stared into dads eyes, my bottom lip trembling. I sniffed.

"You...you don't give a damn about me?" I said shaking with anger. Dad took a step towards me and I took a step back, immediately balling up my fists.

"No, no! I do Cass." My dad said. I wiped my face with the back of my hand.

"Don't. Call me that." I said slowly, the anger bubbling up ever so slightly. "Only those that give a 'damn' about me call me that. Only friends, and family, call me Cass. You, you're a stranger. Get all your things, pack them, and get the fuck out my mums house." I commanded in a scary but calm voice.

"Don't say that Cassie. I-I love-" dad stammered. I felt the anger pour out of me.

"GET...OUT!" I shouted slowly. he walked over and tried to hug me. I screwed him. "GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I pushed him on the chest as hard as I could. "If you don't get out, right now, I will make every bone in your body ache with pain. Now, I will not tell you again. Get. Out." The scary calm voice returned. As I said these hurtful words, he walked backwards and sat on the white leather couch.

"Cassie, get back upstairs now okay? I've got this under control." Mum tried to say this to me confidently but instead sounds terrified.

"Are you not going?" I ask the stranger sitting on the couch.

"No. I am not. This is my house. Now get back upstairs Cass. Right now." I squint my eyes. Does this guy think he's funny? Did I not say only friends and family can call me Cass and this disgrace thinks he can just slide by? Naarh.

"What did you call me? Did...did you, call me Cass?" I sound proper scary right now. I walk over to him, my fists still balled up. He nods. I punch him in the arm. I slap, punch and kick while yelling at him to get out in a high pitched voice. My mum tries to hold me back. She holds me at the waist but I wriggle free from her grip. She backs away and picks up my phone from the white shiny glass table. She is looking for someone. She holds my phone to her right ear and blocks her left ear with her finger.

"Hello? Alex? I need your help right now. It's Cassie. Please come over now. Okay. Alright. Thanks. Bye." I lunged for my dads face. Suddenly there is a knock at the door.

"Mrs Ahnderson! It's me, Alex!" How the heck did he get here so quick, he lives 5 minutes away, how'd he get here in 5 seconds? Mum rushed to the door.

"She's in there Alex." Mum replied shakily. Alex walks in as I battle my dad.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING CASS! CASS, GET OFF HIM! YOU DON'T WANNA DO THIS!" shouted Alex. I aim my fist at my dads face again and to stop me he kicks me in the stomach. Extremely hard. The forces of it makes me fall. I hit my side on the corner of the table and fall to the wood floor. Pain riddles through my tummy and the side I hit. I hiss in pain, curling up in a ball. Man, that shit hurt. Alex rushes to my side. "Cassie! Are you okay? Talk to me!" I look at the fear on his face. He helps me up carefully, holding me ever so gently. I have one arm around Alex's neck and my other hand is rubbing my stomach and side.

"Get out. Leave this instant. Sweardown, I will use the rest of the strength I have left to bash you round the head with the kettle if you don't leave. Now get." He doesn't move an inch.

"I am not getting out. I am sta-" I cut him off.

"Oh, but you were ready to leave when I was upstairs though weren't you. So say no more. I mean, what is so important that you don't give a damn? About me! Me! Your only daughter, your only child! Or is that why you wanted to leave? Do you have other children? Or are you to much of a little bitch to carry on looking after 2 people other than yourself? You know what, I don't even want to talk 'bout this anymore. Take your things and leave. And I pray, I really do, that God forgives you for what you've said to me, cos I sure as hell won't." Mum gasps and clasps a hand around over her mouth and breaks down into tears. "You don't know how much you've hurt me dad. But don't worry. One day, you'll feel this pain." I give him one last look and turn on my heel walking out of the living room with Alex.

I'm Cassie Ahnderson. I'm mixed, with curly black hair that is down to my mid-back. I am 15 years young and I'm in Year 11. I've never heard my parents fight like this before. Yes, it has gotten bad but it has never been as bad as this. I can't believe my dad, my father actually said that. How can a father say that about his child doe? His ONLY child! But that's only the start.

Well, that was the first chapter guys! I started writing this in Year 6 but I never got to finish it. And I know its short, I was only like,10 so yeah. OMDZ, I had this other story I wrote and it was like another one of those Alex Rider books, Omdz, my teacher called it a novel! It wasn't that long, it was only 10 pages in my Literacy book. Anyway, I'm waffling on so bye! Vote, Comment, Follow me, I do follow back!

Love from, Samantha

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