Hidden Hurt

_Chapter 1_ Tears Of Pain_

_Chapter 1 -Tears Of Pain_

I sit there, just depressed. Tears slowing run down my cheek. The leaking; has drained all the liquid in my eyes. I scratch the rusty sofa cushion till i gradually piece my nail deeply so that i feel the soft, tender touch of the duck feathers, used to puff the cushion up and give shape. I gently pull one out, sliding my index finger against it's straw-like-hair.Then I stuffed it in my right pocket. I pulled the bottom of my sleeves to slowly wipe my non-stoppable tears. I calmly lay my head on the rusty, old, warm sofa. I start to think about the car crash.

Why was i the only one that survived? My Mum and Dad gone! I hate my life i wonder Why i still live? Im useless; just like my step dad says. I have to live with him, I wish I didn't. I wish mum was here. I hate him! He started drinking since Mum left. He ain't how he used to be. He hurts me ... For no reason. I don't do anything and he just abuses me. Once he got me in trouble with the police, because he told me to hide this bag. I knew what was init.... Cannabis. The police caught me with it. I was just about to chuck it away but it was to late. He never helped me, I had to do community service, luckily i didn't get life in prison. He didn't even have the respect to visit or tell the police that it was his. Instead he let me take the blame for his stupid addiction to drugs.

"Paige darling, two lovely people are here to ask you a few questions"

when a guess is here my stepdad, Mark acts polite and kind to impress them and act like nothings going on. He says i have to look presentable, because they can see the truth and he would get in trouble then ill have no where to go. I always tell him i do have a place to go; i can go in care. He always says that's worst and if i even have the slightest thought of it, I would regret it. He also said be good or else ill hurt.

"hello paige" A women said.

While entering the room. She had mid-long, straight brown hair with an cream, sleek suit on. A tall dark hair man followed behind her, with a clipboard. He glared in my eyes strangely, i felt uncomfortable so i tried to sit up straight so no one could tell.

"Good Evening Miss" i replied.

The women smiled at me and said "well mannered, note that down Fredrick"  

The tall shady man began to write on his clipboard. Each time he frequently gave me a quick glare.

"May i ask, why you are here?" I asked

"You can ask me anything, but i will ask the questions first. Im just here to see how your doing, since the -"

"Im fine" i interrupted (not rudely)

" Umm... Ok, How old are you again?" She asked kindly

"14 I'm in year 9"

She gave me a giant smile, I don't know why shes smiling when she can see I'm depressed. Mark, my stepdad gave me a solid look which meant i have to smile back to this stranger. So i did, even though i hated every second doing it.

"Well thats a big age isn't it sweet-pee" she said in her baby talk voice. 

I told her I'm 14 so i don't know why she's treating me like a baby. Its annoying when adults do that.

"Im 14!" I loudly claimed, with my head down. I stared at my feet, because I knew if I looked up mark would have this evil spark in his eye. And because I just shouted at the lady, he would hurt me.

"You already told me, but never mind" she remarked with a confused look on her pale face.

"I apologise for repeating myself, I thought you forgot." I lied. I know she already knew and so did mark. It was obvious that he knew I was lying. I was definitely scared now. I wanted her to stay longer so i wont have to face Mark.