Please Stay.

Chapter One

"I don't understand why I'm not good enough for you!" I scream across the room at my mother.

"Oh don't even start that! You say that every time we get into a fight!" She yells back at me.

I grit my teeth and make my way toward the table, "Well maybe if you just hear me out for once, just listen to what I have to say, maybe I wouldn't feel so unwanted!" I grip the back of the chair.

"Oh poor RaeLynn, never satisfied with that she gets." She shoots back.

"I am satisfied mom! I fight every freaking day to have a relationship with you! How the hell am I suppose to be satisfied when my own mother hates me!"

She comes around the table and gets in my face, I'm too scared to move, so I don't. "Don't you dare speak to me in that way young lady! If you feel so worthless, maybe you are. It's not like your father wanted you anyways." The words roll off her lips like a knife to my heart.

Tears brim my eyes, "Dad did want me! He only stuck around because of me! He didn't even love you!" I spit out.

Her cold knuckles collide with my cheek, and knocks me to the ground. "You stupid little bitch! Your father did love me!"

"No he didn't! He stayed because of me! You stayed because of his money! It's not like you actually loved him, you just loved his money!" I scream from the ground.

Her heel connects with my side, and I slump over in pain. "You were never suppose to be born!" And with that she kicks my side again, and again, and again. Until I'm screaming out in pain for her to stop.

I grab her leg and pull her to the ground. I get up to run upstairs to my bedroom. I slam the door shut, and lock it. "Unlock the door! After that, you aren't just going to sit in your room!"

I don't answer, "I swear I will knock the door in! You better unlock it!"

I laugh, "You wouldn't. You don't want to ruin your picture perfect home, that your dead husband paid for!"

She doesn't say anything but beats on my door for another 15 minutes before leaving me to my own thoughts. I sigh in relief, knowing that for the time being, she will leave me alone. I relax against my door, when my adrenaline slows down. My left cheek throbs with pain and sharp pains shoot the through my body every time I breathe. I slowly pull my sweat shirt over my head, and stand up. I grunt in pain as I slowly slip my blue skinny jeans to the floor. I make my way to the bathroom, and force myself to look in the mirror.

My left cheek has four defined knuckle prints across it, from where the back of her hand hit my face. Both of my sides have countless bruises on them. Three of my ribs seem to almost be protruding out of my side. I can't look at myself any longer, so I limp over to the the tub, and sit in the step that comes out of it. I pull my phone out and call the only person I can think of.

Ring... ring... ring...

"Hello?"

I don't say anything, unable to speak.
"RaeLynn? What's wrong?"

That's when I start to cry. "I don't know what to do Jeremiah." I manage to get out.

"What happened? Do I need to come get you?"

"No, no," I breathe out, " Don't do that. I need to get to the police station. It's within walking distance."

"Rae don't do that. I can just come get you. "

"Miah listen, I need to get out of this house. If you come get me, and they hear you, I won't stand a chance." I take a deep breath and grit my teeth from the pain.

"Promise you will call me as soon as you get the chance?"  He says, trying to hide the worry in his voice.

"I promise." I assure him.

"I love you Rae. Be careful." He says sounding more worried.

"I love you too Miah. I will be."

" Please call me." He says, almost begging me.

" I will. See you soon." I reassure him, and with that I hang up the phone.