Big Dreams Big City

Chapter 1-I'm Tired

I'm Grey Adams and I'm 18 years old today. Yup. Today is my birthday. I live in Manchester, England.

My real parents died when I was 12 years old. They were killed because a robber broke in our house and my father caught him. But he didn't know that the robber was armed. My dad was shot in the chest and my mum heard the gunshot, and so did I. I went out my room to investigate the noise. But my mum told me to hide and stay hidden. I obeyed her and hid under my bed. My mum went downstairs quietly and all I heard were shouting, crying, and a loud BANG.

I was crying silently under my bed because I know exactly what happened to both my parents. They were shot by a heartless criminal.

A few hours later, I was still under my bed silently sleeping and I heard sirens outside my house. A couple of guys went in my room and checked for any signs of evidence.

One guy checked under my bed and saw me sleeping with tear stained face. They took me and brought me to the orphanage.

Few weeks later, I was adopted with the worst parents I could ever imagine.

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A loud knock interrupted my flashback.

"WAKE UP YOU STUPID GOOD FOR NOTHING" My father yelled through the door.

I jumped out of bed and got dressed into a pair of denim shorts and a black Nirvana T-shirt.

I went out my small room and went down the kitchen.

I prepared myself breakfast and ate right away.

I cleaned the dishes and went straight to my room again.

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I woke up with a hand hitting my face. Hard.

I opened my eyes startled and saw my mum looking at me with pure hatred.

"YOU WORTHLESS BITCH. I WAS BUSY CLEANING THIS DAMN HOUSE WHILE YOUR JUST HERE SLEEPING!" My mum yelled at me and hit me once again.

"I-I'm sorry" I said while touching my cheek because of the stinging pain.

When she exited my room, I sighed and laid down my bed again.

I thought about my life when my real parents where alive.

Every summer was amazing, unlike now.

Every Christmas was happy, unlike now.

And on every birthday was excited, unlike now.

*****

It was already night time and I had a flight to go.

I arranged this flight because I hated this place.

I hated this life.

I slowly got out of bed and reached the box full of money I saved under my bed.

I counted it all and it's enough for a flight.

I reached for my wallet and I took 2 credit cards.

I got credit cards because it was given to my real mum on my 12th birthday. She told me to save money for future use.

And the 2nd one is given by my foster dad on my 16th birthday before he was abusive.

I packed all my clothes and left right away.

I was thankful because my parents are always out at night doing things I don't care.

I got in a taxi and headed towards the airport.

When I arrived in the airport, I was excited and worried at the same time.

I went in the plane and looked at my phone.

It has 38 messages from my mum and 5 from my dad.

I read the messages of mum at it says.

WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!!

COME BACK HOME YOU LITTLE BRAT!

YOU'RE GOING TO REGRET THIS GREY!

WHERE IS ALL YOUR CLOTHES!

WE ARE GOING TO FIND YOU, BITCH!

I sighed and looked at my dad's messages.

WHEN YOU GET HOME, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU.

YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FO THIS GREY!

GREY, WHERE ARE YOU?!?

GREY, COME BACK HOME, WE'RE WORRIED SICK ABOUT YOU.

I'm so sorry Grey.

*****

I was a little taken back with the last message from my dad but I'm sure his just saying it to make me go back.

I turned off my phone and waited for the plane to take off.