The Runaway

hi my name is skylar i am 15 years old and nearly 16. i have long chocolate brown hair which is straght and does my head in. i am quite short as i am only 5 foot 4. i have ocian blue eyes which is the onlything i like about y self, i get them off my mum.

i live in an ordinary town which is small and is filled with charity shops and take aways and go to an ordinary school. so you probably think i have an ordinary life?

well no i dont far from it. i live in an ordinary town yes but who i live with is not the happy family loving and careing family. or in a house where you are suppose to feel safe warm and know you will be clean and get food... no this so called home is worse than a prison atleast there you get food and a bed and sometimes an xbox or whatever. this place is a hell hole!

i sit in my room most of the time its pretty bear it is a box room about 7 foot by 7 foot with a atress on the floor with a dovet onto and a small cution. i have a small window in the corner with a bin bag for a blind and a lamp next to my bead with a not pad i have which i draw in.

my room has no heating so it is pretty cold especaly in the winter. i have an old wordrobe with my uniform for school in and a few other cloths but all our money is spent on alcohole and food so there is not much money for cloths for me.

"skylar get down hear now!" screamed the drunken abusive man who is suposebly my father

2reluclently i got up and slowly made my way to the door of my small bedroom and opend the cold door. as i made my way down stairs i saw a red faced man standing at the bottom with a can of larger in his hand waring a pleated shirt and some ripped track suit bottoms.

"yes father?" i spoke looking towards the mucky cream carpet.

"where the fuck is my food?" he shouted at me in a slured voice

"i-i" i ststtered

"spit it out!" he yelled

"in the f ing  frezzer!" i had had it i yelled at him soon regretting it as his hand soon hit the side of my face slapping me with such fource i fell to the ground with a thud

"dont you dare talk to me like that!"  he spat at me

"s-sorry" i whispered holding my face as i sat there on the sticky floor tears now streeming down my face

"now go and make me some food and get me a nother beer now!" he ordered

i slowly got to my feet and went into the living room to see my mother sat sobbing on the couch her beatiful blond hair in a mess and her once vibrant ocian blue eyes now dull and tear full with black rings around them. her fragile body black and blue where the my so called dad had hit her.she was beautiful she didnt deserve all this she use to be so happy and a brilliant corrier now... now that has all changed she dosent leav the house she is so thin and fragile and scared.

she glanced up at me and forced a reashoring smile but i could see the fear,hurt and regret in her eyes. i smiled back at her as i made my way to the kitchen. my mum was the only person i truly cared about she is the onlyone who actually cares about my she tries to protcet me as much as she can but he is to strong for us both.

as i go into the kitchen i grab a soaucpan and fill it with water and place it on the stove and grab the spaggetie and boil the water placing in the spagettie and begin the get the ingredians to make the source for spagettie bolanaighs.

as i finish cooking i can hear my mum and dad shouting in the living room

"what are you doing?" i hered my scared mother sob as my dad pulled her to her feet

"get me a beer!" he shouted

then my mum walked in clutching her wrists i walked over to her and cuped her head in my hands to make her face mine. i softly wiped away the tears rolling slowly down her bruised cheeks and looked into the dull tiered blue eyes seeing hurt and sadness i looked her straight in the eye and said confidently  "it will be okay mum i promise"

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