Robbed.

Chapter 1

"Bye Mother" I called out as I watched her headlights slowly fade away into the darkness.

I was alone... Again

My mother never likes to spend family time with me, as she would rather spend her nights with druken men. I wish i could remember my father because maybe he could save me from this nightmare im living... but he just left me before i could even see his face. I guess i have to get on with my life and accept i will never be able to see my father. 

I picked up my dark blue hoodie and threw it on the leather sofa as i left the sitting room. I grabbed a bag of my favourite crisps Walkers chesse and onion to be exact, then quickly ran up the spiral stairs which sent chills up my body with every step i took. All i want at this moment is to be in my favourite teddy bear onesie, which was folded neatly on my bed.

I took a long deep breath as i gazed outside my bedroom window and my eyes glisetened from the reflection of London's beautiful Christmas lights. 

I managed to pull myself away from the beautiful city i lived in which i truly did love. I removed my clothes and put my onesie on, i felt my whole body tingle as the winter weather hit me through an open window. I made my way over to the window which i had forgotten to close and heard shouts from rowdy druken teenages in the distance. "Pathetic" I whispered to myself as i slammed the window shut blocking out their irritating voices.

I slowly dragged my feet towards my double bed and collapsed in anguish i always feel so guilty for complaining, but just because my mother inherited a lot of money from her parents and we are now rich. Doesn't make me automatically happy. I sighed and let my imagination take full control over my mind until i fall into a deep sleep.

*BANG* 

I sat up in my bed startled but dismissed it as mother coming home drunk. I rested my head on the pillow again trying to fall back asleep.

*SMASH*

This time i realised it wasn't mother, i felt my heart racing at a speed i didn't know was possible. I jumped out of bed and tip-toed towards my wooden door, as i reached for my cold metal door handle, i heard the whispers of un-familiar voices approaching. Realising i was running out of time i turned quickly to try to locate my phone, "Fuck" i mumbled under my breath as i realised i had left it on the kitchen worktop.

Confused and scared I tried to come up with an escape plan which lead to only two options popping into my head the first idea was to jump 20 ft from my window risking breaking both my legs or worst possibly my life, the other option which wasn't as great would be to sneak downstairs without being seen or heard and then make my way to the back door, i don't know how i was going to do that as i was the clumsiest person ever and would probably end up tripping over my own foot in the dark, the voices where getting louder which only meant the interruders where at the bottom of the spiral stairs which didn't give me chance to go through with the sneaking downstairs plan.

That left me with the jumping out the window option which made me paralyzed for a moment, as i had a big fear of heights which me, myself and i only knew about... being bullied at school didn't really help me to open up to anyone new. I silently walked over to the window took a deep breath and unlocked the window causing it to fly open letting gushes of wind enter taking my breath away. After catching my breath back i  looked down at the concrete floor waiting for me.

I pulled myself away "Shit, i cant do it." I mumbled to myself "Yes you can April, dont be a baby" i said determinedly but I felt a lump in my throat shortly after which only meant that i was about to burst in to tears at any moment, i tried to get rid of the lump by swallowing a lot which didn't help at all.. i could already feel the tears building up in my eyes but i refuse to cry, crying would only make this situation worst.. IF this situation could get any worst. In panic i closed the window eliminating my last option. 

For a split second the house fell silent, all i could hear was my heavy breaths and the pounding of my uncontrollable heart which was beating faster than ever. I grabbed the sharpest thing i could find which was a glass and metal picture frame that perfectly fitted a photograph of me and my best/only friend Tess. I opened the door gently but quickly reseeded as i heard the floor boards creek from the weight of a another human. I held the photoframe tightly in my grip then dashed in to my wardrobe which was opposite my door, i felt the photoframe slightly pierce my skin due to me holding it too tight in fear. 

I heard my bedroom door creek open, making me almost paralyzed with fear as i heard the heavy foot steps take slow and short strides across my room i decided that, if i was going to strike it was now or never.