The Hard Beginning

I wake up by hearing the front door open.

"Anyone home?" says my drunk uncle.

I hurry and hide under my bed. I quickly try to sleep so if he finds me he knows I really am asleep. I hear my room door open. Then I hear footsteps coming closer and closer to me. I close my eyes and just try my best to pretend I am asleep.

"You think I'm stupid, don't you? my drunk uncle says.

He drags me out of under my bed and throws me across the room. I hit the wall hard and fall on my stomach. My back aches in pain. He stares at me then picks me up. He takes me to the living room and throws me on the floor. I wall in pain and in scaredness.

"I heard you told someone that I abuse you. I told them you like to make up nonsence. So tell me. Who else did you tell?" he told me.

I stayed silent. Then he kicks me in the stomach.

"I told you to tell me!" he yelled at me as if he was so irratated that he wanted to punch a wall and break his hand.

"Only Jess." I reply.

"You little ugly rat. Tell me the truth or I will hurt you badly that you won't be able to stand for months."

"I am telling the truth. People tell the truth sometimes. You don't have to think that everyone will lie to you like Aunt Marlia." I said.

"You don't have to think that your parents loved you. You know why? Because they never did. When they fell off that bridge, driving drunk, and drowned in the water it was the best moment of my life. Wait hearing that they were dead was. Your parents where nothing but only hags and nasty drunks. I'm suprised your dad stopped smoking for you. He most likely did it for your mom because your mom was dying because she has very sensitive lungs so if she smelled the smoke it was causing her lungs to weaken. Did I say has? I meant HAD." he said in an angry face. I was thinking about spitting at him but I knew the concequences.

"Why do you hate me?" I asked.

"Because you are the kid of the people who killed Marlia" he said. I knew it was coming when he leaned towrads me. He slaps me hard across the face that my face feels numb. "Your dumb father killed her and your mother helped him! She was trying to kill your mother because your mother an ugly creature. She stole something from a store and blamed Marlia for it. She went to jail and when she came out she was planning to kill your mother. You know what you little rat. You like interupting me." He picked me up and threw me straight into the wall.

When I fell I made a loud yelling noise. He came to me and slaped me across the face. He gave me a face to tell me to shut up. He punched me in the stomach, the arm, the face, and right in the throat. Then he bends my arm so back I had to scream in pain and then it cracked. He dragged me by my hair to my room and once we got there he threw me to the floor one last time.

"Just like your mother. Your weak, pathetic and ugly. Stop humilating yourself and get a life." he says walking out the door.

An hour later I hear something. Like cop cars. But I don't dare get my hopes up. Then it stopped. I hear someone pounding on the first door. "Open up!"

Then I heard gun shots. I went under my bed trying not to get caught or be seen. Then my door opened. "Hello?" It sounded familiar.

"Look who is in here? We are here to help." I was scared and nervous of who the person talking to me was and if he would hurt me or not. Then someone got closer and looked under the bed.

"Hi Natalie." My dads father looked at me and saw me in pain.

"Uncle Noah! Help me please. Help me." I started bursting into tears. My uncle Noah is a cop and has been since I was 5 years old.

"I'm here. Shhh. I'm here to help." He said. Those words made me cry even more but of joy. It feels like a dream. He picks me up and puts me on a gurney. Then the gurney takes me into an ambulance and then takes me to the hospital. When I was there they look care of me. Some night I woke up screaming and I cried. Then one day someone came into my room and told me I had to go to foster home when I recovered.