I can remember after my beating I went into my room and examined my bruises, they were the worst one I've ever had. Black in colour, huge lumps on the right side of my ribs. I poked at the smallest (but they were all nearly the same size) it felt as if someone was hitting me with a large stick, that night I tossed and turned trying to get comfortable but the bruises took up most of my back and side. It was unbearably painful, this was my worst memories from my childhood. All I could think was "sorry I cared, next time you're upset i won't bother."
Mum was always telling me that caring was a weakness. She always went on about how the job is so dangerous that anyone you care about will be killed. As a silly child i thought my mum was a robot, with no emotions or heart, it helped me hide the truth that she was really an inconsiderate cow. I spent the rest of the day in my room I was starving but too proud to face my parents in the kitchen.
One question was still on my mind though... What had been so upsetting in work that it made my dad weep?
It was a couple of weeks after and my dad was still acting suspicious, he would jump at nearly everything like when I dropped my book I thought he'd had a heart attack. My mum stayed away from me almost as if she was bored of me. I wouldn't be surprised if she were.
It was that time of year when it was getting cold and dark early. Urgh Christmas the time of cheesy songs about mistletoe and snow. I hated Christmas growing up, you could call me a real scrooge. It was probably due to the fact that I never got presents or decorated the house.
I also thought the concept of writing letters to a mythological man expecting presents was ridiculous. However it was strange, my friend Bethany gave me a card and i nearly burst out into tears of joy. She looked at me strangely as I stroked the envelope and cautiously opened it inside a glittery card with an image of a polar bear. Inside it read
" Dear Lucy, I wish you the happiest Christmas and a wonderful new year. Lots of friendship, Bethany xoxo" I hugged her tightly and only stopped when I heard her gasping for air.
"Sorry, thank you for the card." I laugh
"No problem, just try not to sufocate me" She laughs
I know my parents would literally kill me if they found out I was hugging people. I could hear my mothers words in my head "Caring can harm you. Everyone you love will die in this job!"
YOU ARE READING
The Prey
ActionI can remember when i was little that i was jealous of other kids because they had a normal life. I wanted it so badly that i forced my family away so i could be fostered into an average home. But now my past is hunting me down.
