The life he gave away

Leaving Home

Natalie's P.O.V
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I walked down the blank hall way past empty rooms that used to hold so much light. I turned the corner staring into the largest bedroom of the house its light blue walls stared blankly at me as I thought of the woman who used to occupy this room. I thought of her laughter and the happy voices I used to hear every day as I walked down the now silent steps. I thought of the smiles that once upon a time lit up her now haunted face. I smiled in the memory of the way she came home everyday singing and laughing as she waltzed herself through the large double doors. The way that she made herself a ham sandwich every afternoon at exactly 4:00 o'clock and then sat down with me on the couch helping me with my maths. I laughed remembering how at 6:00 o'clock every night she would jump up and run with me to the front door, skip down the steps and throw herself into his arms. My smile faded and my laughter hitched in my throat as I remembered that one day when the happy twinkle left her eyes, when the skip in her step became forgotten and the laughter died. He was late that night, his hair messy, a fake smile plastered on his lips, a false twinkle in his eye. She ran into his arms and he spun her around with less enthusiasm as usual. She looked at him with disgust for the first time. She looked at him wanting answers. But I saw the answers before her. I saw the messy hair, the tired eyes, the crumpled clothes, the foreign smell and the red on his lips. I saw her notice and I saw the light drain from her eyes, the laughter die in her mouth and I saw the lightness in her step turn heavy. I stopped walking noting that i was outside standing in the place that light died. If you looked down you could almost say you could see the dint in the concrete were all her lightness turned heavy. A cars horn beeped drawing my attention to a sleek yellow sports car. A man sat inside someone I didn't want to see. It was his fault everything was his fault. But everyone blamed everything on me. 'You could have done something' they said 'You should have done something' they said. I sighed and picked up my bags and turned to look at my home for the last time before i would be dragged off to a new home far away. "Hurry up you slut lets go. I don't have all fucking day. For Christs sake I'm gonna drive off and leave you to fend for your own retarded self if you're not in the car in the next 10 seconds." I walked to the back of the Lamborghini stuffing my bags in the back not caring if they scratched the fancy paint work. I slid in the front seat settling down in the comfy leather while keeping my back stiff as a board. Closing my eyes I lent my head back failing to let all the stress out. I was worried I hadn't spoken to him in person since that night. The night she died on the inside.

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I jolted back into consciousness as his girlfriend screamed in my face "Get out of the front you ungrateful bitch what the fuck do you think you are doing in my seat. After everything I am doing for you this is how you repay me. Get out now or you can stay on the sidewalk where you belong you filthy skank." "Ok ok I'm moving I just didn't realise we were picking you up" I replied as graciously as I could while climbing over the seats into the back. As I settled myself into the back I glanced in the rear vision mirror at Charlotte who was giving me her famous death glare. So I just smiled the sweetest smile I could muster up and turned my head looking down at my book. I would live I would get through the next two years just fine if I just focused on my studies. No parties, no late nights, no alcohol, no drugs, no sex and definitely no skipping school or not doing homework. I glanced up to see his hand crawling further up her thigh massaging the inside of her leg as he went. Secretly I sighed to myself, this was going to be a long two years.

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As the car pulled up in front of what was to be my new home I looked around at the rundown little cottage cursing slowly at the sight of the place and how much work I would be expected to do. We weren't poor but the idea was to pretend to be so that people took pity on us. I got out and pulled my stuff out of the car dragging it up to the entrance of the house and in the door. I looked around at the plain white washed walls the windows with dirty brown curtains strung on them. There was no light in this place no happiness just bland nothingness. "Excuse me dad, Charlotte but which is my room" I asked as I looked around seeing that the cottage only had two bedrooms one without a bed. "Well you're outside of course. Did you really think that you'd get a room inside you skank?" Charlotte tutted pointing to the back door "There's a shed out there that we put a mattress in, I think it has a chest of drawers or something to put your clothes in but I'm not sure." She replied before shoving her tongue back down my dads throat like I wasn't standing a meter away. I nodded my head in understanding and dejectedly walked outside spotting the small shed that I would have to call my home for the next two years. I felt a bit like Harry Potter shunned from the family when I had done nothing wrong except be me. I dragged my bags and feet towards the shed. Yup definitely poor, definitely run down.

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I sat on the mattress on the floor staring at the faded grey walls. I would have to get a job then maybe I could brighten the place up but what was the point of that she wasn't here to see she never would get to see how my life had turned out and right now I hated her for leaving me like this but I knew I shouldn't blame her I should blame myself cause even though it was his fault (him being my dad) I still blamed myself. I could have helped her, I could have done something to stop her leaving me but I didn't. Slowly I stood up and started unpacking my things there was a small wardrobe and chest of drawers that I could put my stuff in so I decided on hanging up my jackets and new school uniform yes it was second hand and had patches stitched into it but it still deserved some respect. I walked back into the cottage at 6:00 o'clock and started taking vegges out of the fridge along with some steaks for dinner. I could hear my dad and Charlotte in their room and for the first time was glad that I was outside and not in the room next to them. I set the table and called them for dinner before walking outside and into my shed with my dinner knowing that I would not be wanted near them. I took refuge on my bed thinking of what tomorrow would be like. I was on a scholarship yes because in their eyes we had almost no money and I suppose we wouldn't if it weren't for Charlotte. Dad spent most of our money on drugs and sex toys for Charlotte and Charlotte was just filthy rich but dad didn't mention Charlotte in the application because otherwise I wouldn't have gotten the scholarship. After finishing my dinner I walked into the cottage again and boiled a kettle for the dishes as she once taught me. I plunged my hands into the burning water letting it strip me to the core and wash away my sadness. My first day with my dad and Charlotte and all that had been said to me was abuse there was no hello said to me any where all day and I suppose the next two years will be the same as today.

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