Can you love the Broken girl?

Hey!!!!!

 Sooo it’s been so long since I have begun to write ever since the Drama that had happen in my personal life last year. This is also the first time that I am writing alone because usually both my friend and I would work together. Please comment and tell me what you think and give me some advice on what I need to edit later on. BTW SORRY ITS SHORT :’(

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                                                                 Prologue

                                                                  July.

                                                          2 years before..

Divorce.

When the word first came out of my mother’s mouth during a nice lunch with my best friend Emi I didn’t know what to think about it. I had watched shows and saw how some people got through their parents’ divorce easily so at first it didn’t irritate me as much as it should of.

But that was until that one dreadful day came, it came to haunt me. It felt like someone was trying to get back at me for all the things I had done in my pasts from some of the lies I had told or the things I had done.

But on that Sunday afternoon just as I was sitting down leaning my back against the extremely hard fridge I tried to keep warm from the blowing heat that withdrew from the lower vents of the heater. My Dad had just walked in tired from work; the front fly screen door had slammed shut. He had only walked to the kitchen when my mum had started to yell at him. I didn’t bother to listen my memory had just flashed back to the few days before this day had come…

‘It was 3 o’clock in the morning and I was playing a game on my iPhone, it was a driving test game. You see I would be getting my license soon so I decided that I wanted to know how much I already knew and if I could pass. That’s when the screaming started “YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE,” and words just continued to go on. I was so frightened I pulled the Blankets over my head closed my eyes wishing this was all a dream, but it wasn’t. Beginning to shake now I couldn’t stand it anymore, I just ran into my brother’s room and kneeled beside his bed as I continued to hear my mum yell how my dad had abused her, suddenly a smash came out and my father was screaming “YOU BITCH”…’

My memory was disturbed as my mother called me, well more like yelled at me to get up. “KATHERINE!! GET UP! WE’RE GOING!” Her tone towards me was harsh as I tried to bring myself from a dazed and quite shocked state, back to reality. At first I thought it was right to go follow my mum, but little did I know that I was going to be leaving everything behind and that I would lose so much.

Sitting in the car I watched the road flash by as my mother was driving smoothly in her little red 2 door Daihatsu. My mind wasn’t working right all I was thinking was ‘I want to go home, I want to go home.’ The car came to a sudden stop and the engine switched off, it was like an odd silence from inside, the only nose was from the cars passing by. Finally I was able to look out the window as my eyes flicked straight towards the police station; I froze as I kept trying to work out why we were here.

Unanticipatedly my door had opened and my mother was once again yelling at me, “KATHERINE MOORE HURRY UP AND GET OUT!” The loudness made me jump out quickly and slam the door just a little too hard making my mother give me a look of disgust. I knew she probably would have yelled at me more and probably even hit me if she could but we were in front of a police station so she was on her best behavior. Following behind as we went inside I went straight to the far back gray plastic seat and sat there quiet and sadly as I listened to the police officer and my mother arguing. Trying to block out the noise I fiddled with my fingers as my feet were tapping against the marble kind of floor. I was so frightened I texted one of my older brothers Steven telling him to call me so I could tell him what happen and as soon as I got that call I did as I told myself I would do, beginning from what had happen that frightening Sunday very early morning.

I thought I was alone but suddenly felt someone pull the phone off me, I saw it was my mother. I looked at her scared of what she might do if she heard what I was telling my brother but that didn’t happen instead they were talking about hotels and where to stay. I finally broke because all I wanted to do was go home, but no one listened.

 A new beginning had just started and I was crumbling into pieces.