Unwanted

Hello! My name's Milly and I would just like to introduce myself. This story was originally posted somewhere else on MY account, and I decided I would like to finish the story here. Continue reading lovelies~ 

I woke up with a sudden gasp of fear, that dream... that dream... Echos of my past yelled and screamed inside me, ''mommy! don't leave me mommy!''

''Don't worry dear, I'm only going away for a bit, daddy will look after you!''... the next part gave me a shudder, the one that made the hairs on the back of my spine rise up...

''HAYLEY, YOU STUPID BITCH, COME HERE'' I looked at my left hand... that night was the worst night of my life, those scars, ran so deep the demons caught hold onto me and never let go.

I heard a horn beep outside near my window, they were here. The van painted yellow with little green leaves and a house on the sides, and on top it said ''California's Old Folks Home''.

I didn't want her to go, I didn't want to leave my mom all by herself. I hated the fact that John would be living only with me, and I know, she's old, and I know I'm old enough to take care of the house now, but... this isn't my home, this is our home.

*KNOCK KNOCK* Oh, shit. ''HAYLEY YOU LAZY COW, GET THE FUCK OUT OF YOUR ROOM AND HELP YOUR MOM''

''I'll be there in a minute John!'' I rolled my eyes and decided to get out of bed, unless I wanted to get beaten the shit out of. I slipped on a pair of jeans laying about the floor, and kicked the rest of my junk out of the way to the cupboard. Oh for fucks sake, John. He'd taken all my clothes except for a rolled up jumper which had been devoured on the right sleeve by a moth, and a pair of socks with a hole on each sides of the front. I heard John muttering towards the door again, and I could only decipher ''fucking lazy... little bitch...'', and that's where John decides to barge in, not even giving a shit if I was changing or not.

''HAYLEY YOU LAZ- Oh. By the way, little bitch, I cleared out all of your shit for your mom. I'm going to put in all her junk in there, stupid woman, she wont stop collecting china plates... wait, I might as well throw them anywa-''

''Uh... Excuse me, but that so called 'shit' is important to my mom, and we both know there's too much for her to take to the home, so you either put it inside this cupboard, or leave it in her bedroom'', John gave me one of those I-don't-know-what-you're-up-to-but-I'm-going-to-find-out looks and left slamming the white tattered door that suddenly fell and broke on to the floor, I then saw John muttering some other crap going down the stairs.

I ran downstairs, found a suitcase lying on the floor by the coffee table in the living room, where John was watching some American Football on the TV, with only a pair of boxers and a white vest with protruding curly hair poking out from the neckline. I quietly crawled to the coffee table that John's feet were placed upon, picked up the suitcase for mom, and quietly crawled back. I only made it to the back of the big black cushioned leather chair when I felt a hard sting on my head, ''Hayley...'' He whispered in a quiet yet annoyed voice, ''Those people outside, you better be nice to them, and call me dad in front of them, you got it you useless cow?'' I nodded, squinting and biting my dried lips from the stinging pain that revolved around my head, hoping he'd let go. He then finally released with an attempt to throw me across the living room floor, headfirst. I got so dizzy, my head felt like it was pierced by a sword a million times, and I tasted blood in my mouth. I tried to swallow, but the taste made me pose of the face as if I'd sucked on a lemon, I then got up with the sudden dizziness from my head, and tried to stabilize. I then came outside, seeing my mom sitting at the front seat, with a cushion wrapped around her arms, rocking back and forth.

''Oh, finally, Miss Hayley! Now, I've been waiting, and so has your mom, I just need you to put your signature here and we'll be off! By the way, who's that inside?''

I hesitated for a bit, and then remembered what John had said, ''Uh, he's my...'' Say it, just say it. It's okay, just say it, stupid.''..My dad'' The words hit me like a bomb, I didn't know how that slipped out of my mouth, but I knew it came from the part of me that was trembling of fear of what John would do to me once mom left, ''He's sick, so...uh... yeah, he's sick. He has um, problems walking, he's disabled'' Oops. A little too far.

''Aww well that's okay! I hope he has a happy life, and if you need your dad to come too, just give us a call!'' Taking my mom's suitcase from my cold trembling hands, he walked away, with his cream suit and brown leather shoes making little noises on the pathway. He shut the doors, waved, and drove off with a Jeep following behind with my mom in it.

I entered the house and closed the door with a little thud of wind howling to get into the house, John had finally decided to get up his lazy ass, but none to my surprise, only got up to get a beer from the fridge, and slouched back into the leather chair. ''Hayley, go make me a sandwhich, useless bag of dirt''

I opened the fridge, only to find it had been stuffed with beers. He's the useless bag of dirt here. ''John, we don't have any bread, or mustard, of anything for a sandwhich, since the fridge has been invaded by your beers''

''Go buy some, you should have money from your University, lazyass'' I sighed, Idiot. He then threw a finished beer onto the floor and burped, finishing off with a relaxing sigh, and turned up the volume for the football match. I then ran upstairs to find some spare tuition money I had saved from College, put it in my jean pocket, and then searched for a proper pair of socks. I looked in the last drawer, and found a sock, only to figure out that there was a stupid piece of paper in there. I opened it up soon to find the letter I had written myself when I was turning thirteen, it said:

Dear Hayley,

Happy 13th! I know this is going to be hard to bring up on such an occasion, but I think, when you're older you should run away from this horrible place as soon as moms gone. We both know that John's going to force her into an Elders Home, he's been doing it since she turned 40. You've saved enough money, you just gotta save a little bit more, a few more bucks should do it. Remember where we hid our box, with all of mom and dad's memories, you take that with you too, you'll soon be okay, you know dad watches you all the time, and he smiles and laughs and tucks you in bed when you're sleeping. He loves you, but John doesn't. We both know that, please Hayley, it's okay to be afraid once in a while, but at least you'll be free!

Mommy and Daddy loves you,

From Hayley

I then saw little teardrops stained on the paper, and on the back of the paper was my story about a princess who found her prince. Psh, if I could call a prince, he would've been here 6 years ago. I then felt the ten bucks in my pocket, and looked at the letter again. I then searched under the bed until I felt a cold hard object. I pulled it out from the other side with my foot, and grabbed it. I opened it to find all of mom and dads marriage pictures, and of me with my true parents. I then looked at the newspaper headline ''Factory worker killed in factory fire'', I hugged it, and put it back in the box, pocked it with the key on a piece of string hanging from my neck, and kissed the key, and looked up to ceiling, ''I wish you were here, dad''

I then felt thudding on the floor, and realized it was John banging on the ceiling, ''HAYLEY!! YOU SHOULD'VE BEEN AT THE STORE TEN MINUTES AGO! GET YOUR LAZY ASS TO THE SUPERMARKET BEFORE I COME UP WITH A FUCKING BELT IN MY HAND''

''Sure, sorry!'' I looked at the nearest tattered backpack, stuffed the box and the letter, plus the torn up jumper into it, zipped the bag, and ran downstairs as quick as I could. I took a spare pocketknife from the kitchen drawer and secretly placed it into my black boots. Quickly saying ''I'm going to get the bread and stuff be back in a bit'' and ran outside, shutting the door and sighing. I looked at the house for one last time, stared at my bedroom window, and turned around, walking away from the house.

For once, I was fighting for freedom, for once, I wasn't being pushed around by a bastard who raped his own wife, or abused his stepchild, no. I wasn't that girl anymore, I know it's going to be tough out here on my own, but at least I've got my dad, and at least my mom's safe.

No matter how rough this path is going to get, no matter how many times life pushes me onto the ground, I'll fucking get up, and I'll get up from the floor with pride this time.

This time I'm on my own, and this time, I'm doing shit my way.