Prologue
The police had yet to find out where I could stay, so they put me in a temporary home to figure out what to do with me. They claim they are trying to find my father, but does it really take them six months to find one man? Sitting in this freezing cold room is the most awful thing I could do because all it does is bring the horrible memories back.
Flashback
I could always tell when my mother was scared or nervous, she always had that look in her eyes. And she would always make me stay close to her. She would also put the extra lock on the door and get as far away from it as possible. I always found it very aggravating, I’m my own person and I like being able to do my own thing.
“Kayla, sweetie please come here”
“Mom, I don-” I was interrupted by the front door banging open, the lock shattering off.
“Why hello family, trying to lock me out aye?” In walked my mother’s boyfriend of four years. The one who constantly abused my mother and I, and threatened to kill us if we told anyone. My eyes widened as I realized why my mom was being so smothering over me today. It was all clear to me now, the night before the two had an argument that ended with him slapping her and walking out of the house slamming the door, probably heading to the bar for a drink. I had assumed right.
My eyes follow him as he walks closer to us, and watching my mother stood protectively in front of me as he stopped right in front of us. I watched in horror as he slapped my mother.
“You bitch, I give you everything and this is how you treat me?” I watch as he slaps my mother again. I have no idea what I was thinking I just knew that the rage was bubbling inside of me, no one speaks or touches my mother.
“YOU SON OF A BITCH, YOU DON’T FUCKING TOUCH MY MOTHER!” I scream as I jump on his back, only for him to throw me off into the wall. Laying against the wall with my breath knocked out of me I watch him pull out a knife.
“You little girl are a brat, and need to learn respect and that’s exactly what I’m going to teach you.” I whimpered as he brought the knife to my stomach, and cut a deep cut from my belly button to my chest.
“Leave her ALONE, come abuse me Shawn leave her alone, please leave my baby alone” My mom had been trying to cox him away from me for the past twenty minutes.
“WOULD YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” I watch in horror as he walks over to her and slices her throat open with the knife, killing her.
“NOOO!! MOMMY!” Looking over I see the door burst open and the police walk in and shoot. BANG! BANG! BANG! And Shawn fell to the floor, and that’s when someone wrapped a blanket around me and I passed out.
END OF FLASHBACK.
I shudder every time I have that flashback, and this time is no different. The neighbors are the ones that called the cops, saying they had a noise complaint and it would not stop. Turns out they didn’t kill Shawn, they almost did though. The bastard is in federal prison and I live in fear everyday that he is gonna come back for me. I miss my mother every second of everyday. Hell I even miss the arguments we got into. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about her. I fall onto my bed just thinking about everything that’s happened to me when I hear a knock on my door.
“Come in” In walks my social worker, Carrie with a big smile on her face.
“We found your father.” What?
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Here For You (Zayn Malik's Daughter)
Teen FictionKayla had always a loving mother, until the tragic accident happened. Her mother was murdered in cold blood in front of her by her mother's psycho boyfriend who had always abused both of them, and she believed it to be her fault. She remembers the l...
