Damaged and Broken.

Chapter 8: No place like home.

I was a little bit edgy about that, I didn't know who he was and what he could do.

After having a few glances at each other, I then turned to my 'house' and started walking up towards it. I slowly opened the wrecked door which had been barged into from the police. I then carefully stepped over the remains of broken bits of wood and glass. Suddenly I felt a tear come down my face, how could I let them get away with this I deserved so much better.

This place doesn't deserve the name 'home' because basically it isn't one. There's drugs and cash on the dining table-or what's left of it. The whole place was just trashed.

Eventually I found my way round and got used to my surroundings, I made my way to the kitchen and looked for food. I knew where the food was as I used to make dinner every day for my parents. I was so hungry I made myself three meals and onto my fourth, im glad and thankful for that my parents are now somewhere away from me because I could now eat and eat and eat and eat and eat...

This was no suprise to Jamie-we had a conversation earlier and he told me his name and everything about his family-

It seemed like to him he understood what I was going through right now. After I've finished eating the last slice of pizza I then lent back onto the sofa and relaxed.

After a few moments I decided to get up and head towards the stairs. Although the police have been here and everything was remained where it was, the blood, the knife, the alcohol, everything that was classed as evidence towards the attempted murder my father caused.

Leaving those nightmares behind, I stood in front of my bedroom door and sighed, slowly and carefully placing my hand against the old worn battered piece of wood. I grabbed the door handle and walked into my room, everything remained where it was which made me sigh in relief, I headed straight for my bed and laid on the floor next to it on my stomach, I search under my bed for a small wooden box, once I finally found it I opened it inside and grabbed any money I had stolen from my parents and headed straight out of my bedroom door.

I told Jamie that I no longer wanted to stay here so we left, I shut the front door behind me, and followed the path into the unknown, not looking back.