Is It Over Yet?

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As the bell rang below me and  i saw everyone rush from the yard to their classes. My chance. I stepped on the ledge on the old school roof and held my arms out wide either side of me. The wind flowed through my long hair and the smile spread on my face. It's over. I was free. I took a step. I felt a hand take a tight grip on my waist and harshly pull me back.

We both fell back and I landed on the person who had just ruined my life. I jumped up and he grabbed my wrist. I winced at the pain and turned around. I was face to face with one of the year 11 boys. He had a look of horror in his eyes as he said "Ash? what the hell" I ran away. Down the stairs. To my lesson. Why did it have to be David that found me. Why did he have to find me.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by someone sitting down next to me. Oh god. No. Why. David pulled a fake smile and I quickly looked away.

***FLASHBACK***

I sat at the table in the restaurant with my family, and my dad's parents. Everyone laughed and joked about stupid things but my grandma stopped, she looked at me and said "oh dear why aren't you having fun, it is your 17thbirthday" I smiled and replied "I'm just tired" my grab nodded and suggested we go home.

We got home and my gran and grandad left, i went to my room to lie down and when i sat down my dad came in and started yelling "your an embarrassment, die. I hate you" then he did something that shocked us both, he made a fist and punched me hard in the face, I fell to the floor with a crack and he laughed "wooooow that felt good".

The next few days went slow until one night I heard my parents arguing
"You hit her you bastard
"She's an embarrassment
"She did nothing wrong
"Shut up susan
"Or What you gonna hit me too"
"Shut up"
"Stay away from my daughter"
"Haha she's my daughter too"
"I'm leaving, with ashley"
"Like hell you are"

Then there was a loud bang and a cracking noise, I ran to my mum's room and she was lay on the floor unconcious, my father spotted me and threwe back in my room, locking it from the outside, I heard more cracking noises then my mum's weak voice...
"Ok I'll stay. Please just stop".

And that's how it all started, he got worse and worse but asking as he hits me he won't hit her, she hates it but I don't want him to hurt her because of me.

One night in the summer i smiled at a boy in the mall and my father spotted, that night i got home and he threw me down the stairs, he called me a whore and hit me with a baseball bat, I had to go to hospital and had 3 broken ribs,  4 open wounds and a broken wrist, I needed 43 stitches.

After that things for worse and worse, I found my ways to cope though,id hurt myself. Nobody knew.

Finally just last night I got up in the night to get a drink, I dropped my glass and woke father, he came running downstairs and punched me in the stomach until I passed out.

** Back to now**

The lesson went slow and I kept quiet, so did David. I know what I need to do and this time I won't let anyone stop me.