"Well look who finally decided to come home." I froze as my breath hitched in my throat.
I slowly turned around afraid that any little movement could cause me to get hurt.
"I'm sorry." I'm surprised I didn't stutter, my voice came out strong and confident instead of weak and afraid. She slapped me across the face and I clenched my fist. Stay clam Nichole.
"Don't ever lay one single finger on me. I came here to talk and grab a couple of things." I holding my stinging cheek.
"You don't tell me what to do. I can lay a finger on you if I want."
"No you cannot. I just came here to tell you that I forgive everything y'all have done to me and I'm moving out. I forgive every single thing, I don't hate y'all nor do I despise y'all. I just want to be free and live a normal life."
"Who ever said you're moving out!" My 'mother' shouted. Why does she have to shout I'm right in front of her.
"Cause I can't live here any longer. I'll be 18 in a few weeks." I state.
"Henry!" She called out.
Henry, my 'dad' came running down stairs.
"What?!" He shouted coming down stairs. You could see he was drunk, since he slurring and tripping over the stairs.
"Nichole here is moving out." 'Mother' says crossing her arms.
"And who ever gave her permission?" He said raising an eyebrow.
"I don't need you're permission. I can make my own decisions. Now if you excuse me I need to get a couple of things." I say pushing past them and running up stairs.
I enter my room and grab my suit case from under my bed. Walking over to my closet I take out a couple of shirts, pants, sweatpants, undergarments, and shoes. After stuffing them in the case, I zip it close and drag it down stairs. Just as I was coming down someone pulled my hair from behind.
I dropped my suit case and turned around. Stay clam Nichole. I'm trying.
"Please stop." I say. She tugs on my hair and wraps her dirty pale fingers around my soft brown hair. She tugs on it harder and I wince in pain.
"Let. Go." I say sternly.
"No." She says pushing me back and forth while holding me hair. I warp my hand around her wrist and dig my nails in.
"I said let go." I say and pull her wrist away from me. Just as she lets go she punches me in the jaw. Stay ca—fuck you I'm not staying calm.
I punch her back and she falls to the floor. I wiggle my hand, damn that women is strong. She could be a man. True.
She stands back up and charges towards me. I quickly step to the side and watch her roll down stairs. I watch as her unconscious body meets the cold wood floor.
Hey, I didn't do anything. I didn't physically touch her. Just as I grab my suit case. Henry runs out the kitchen with a knife in his hands.
"Fiona!" He shouts as he falls beside her.
"You killed her!" He shouts.
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Teen Fiction[Completed] {Book 1} Her life is a living hell. There's no doubt in that. People think her life's rainbows and unicorns, but in reality it's hell. One secret you have to keep away from everyone, not so difficult because you have no friends, but wh...
