My cute neighbor next door

my story

Clara Marie Pov:

let me tell you a bit about myself, I'm a shy girl who lived in England her whole entire life but that changed when I came back from school one day and saw my papa being abusive to my mama normally when this happened they would make up and be together again, however, this time I had enough.

I moved to America with my mama a year ago I'm currently seventeen years old and I work in a small flower shop to help my mother. I went to an all-girl school in England and finished my GCSE however now i have college to go to at least high school is over.

we moved to get away from my truculent father who does not have a heart for anyone. Back in England, I managed to work in a small coffee shop where I earned money which I saved up for something I had in mind at the time.

I remember the exact way it all went down, how we ended up here and honestly I was quite proud that I accomplished getting here successfully.

One day I came back from school to see my parents fighting and bickering like wild and untamed animals. I had no idea what had got into the two and what had happened to make them act like this. when I confronted the two my father just pushed it aside saying they were only 'playing' I mean I'm no genius but I'm pretty sure when people fight they don't wrestle each other and call it 'playing'.

My father would always tell me these things also he would say it was none of my business and I shouldn't interfere or worry about any of this. Papa doesn't really like me much but he doesn't hit me the way he does to mama, in fact, he says it right in my face that he can't stand mama and throws out different curse words here and there to her.

They thought I was just lazy, quiet and that I couldn't do anything but secretly I had my eye on my father especially since he was the one to always start it and was violent. He went out most of the time probably having an affair with several other women behind my mother's back. my mother wouldn't do much she'd go out but only for groceries and clean, cook at home.

The following week I received a letter from school to go camping with the school which I was really excited about but the thought of leaving my mother along with my father left me distraught. I couldn't leave her with him however my mother noticed the letter which I left foolishly on the coffee table in the living room.

"you're going" she commented as she signed the letter. "no mama... I'm not leaving you with papa" I exclaim staring into her big brown eyes. she inhaled and exhaled heavily "I will be fine... I don't want you to miss out on anything" finally said pushing back any of the tears that were trying to seep through her eyes.

I finally gave in after she persuaded me that she'll be fine without me. This camp was for five days! I didn't know what was going to happen.

when I went to the camp it was actually fun we had roasted marshmallows on a stick around a warm fire and slept in tents and it was definitely something I really enjoyed. I was just petrified that when I returned something was going to devastate me.

when I arrived at home after the camp I noticed nobody at home the house was messy like someone trashed the whole place to look for something. I checked in every room to see everything messed up all the papers and books everywhere even the kitchen was untidy.

I called out several times "mama!" no answer I was getting anxious at the dead silence in the house. I then ran around the house tears beginning to form around my eyes everything becoming cloudy for me not to see anything.

suddenly I heard a sound like a little screech for help in one of the rooms I cautiously walked to my mother's room towards the door only to find out it was locked. "mama!" I whispered waiting for a reply. Impatiently I grabbed the tiny coffee table after moving all the paper and other things on it. I began to bang the door violently with the table with all my strength until it eventually broke revealing the same mess which was in all the other rooms.

It was my mother's room I looked all around the room to find a body next to the bed, it was my mother's she was lying on the ground restlessly her eyes bloodshot red like she'd been mourning the loss of someone who'd died a day ago. I noticed a bruise forming around her eyes, she then let out a groan trying to mention something but nothing came out only grunts as she tried to speak until she could "Clara...your...papa's...gone" she claims, staring right at me.

At this point I was furious and angry at the stupid action of my father, I didn't care one bit about him, didn't care where he went, I just wanted to get my mother out of here and away from the ferocious monster he is.

I carefully picked up my mother off of the ground placing her gently on the bed while I called for the ambulance. when the ambulance arrived I had to make up a story as to what had happened in here which I replied to someone trashing the house and getting to my mom before they left.

When mama had fully recovered after a few weeks I had secretly packed all her bags alongside mine and had already booked the tickets.I, later on, told her, which she finally agreed to.

My father had come back few days after the event where my mother was poorly hurt physically and emotionally. I knew my father well and observed every move and action he made like when he went out and it all seemed like a pattern.

I witnessed whenever mama was hurt he would come back a few days later then he'd be off for a few more days and this would be repeated exactly like a pattern. when this happened and he went off for few days I packed the bags into the boot of a taxi and dragged my mama with me in the car after closing the boot.

We safely arrived at the airport and got on the plane to America without any disturbance. I left no tracks of us moving to America whatsoever and was excited that after 7 hours we arrived in Amsterdam and from there we took another plane and finally arrived in America.

Mama had found a decent sized house in New Jersey. Mama was a doctor so we could afford to buy a house which was actually bigger than what we needed and was like the dream house I wanted which was awesome.

It's been a year and I think I've settled in pretty well also mama has made a friend from next door Mrs. Rodriguez they talk a lot literally on the phone and most of the time she comes over. she has two sons Jax and Ryder; Jax is only eleven years old whereas Ryder seventeen same age as me and he's never come over so I just talk and play games on the PlayStation with Jax most of the time when he comes over despite being only eleven he's pretty good.

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Disclaimer: some of the chapters written in Ryder's POV will contain swear words as he is the bad boy in the story so just be aware that you've been warned.

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