You & I

You & I: Chapter One

'Hurry up Aleeya! You don't want to be late to school!' Yelled her drunken mother as she stumbled her way to the kitchen.
'Am I ever late?'Aleeya responded back. School started at 8:40 am and currently, it was 7:20 am. She always arrived at school early so she can read ahead of what her lessons would be about. She would do anything to try and get those As and A*s so she could get a scholarship and go to the University of her choice.

Somewhere far.

Somewhere she could have freedom.

Somewhere where she didn't need to worry about them.

Aleeya brushed her dark brown hair over and over until all the tangles were gone, and then combed her glossy fringe. She put on a tight-fitting, long white top, accompanied with a woolly red cardigan that had two big red buttons on the right-hand side. She wore black, high-waisted jeans and red converse.
'Ready,' she whispered to herself as she put on her red Cath Kidston glasses, grabbed her black backpack and left for school.

'You not gonna eat food?' Groaned her mum. 'No. Thank you, mum.' After that, her mum collapsed onto the ground.
Aleeya didn't bother to help, this was a usual routine, late at night her mum would go to bars and drink herself silly and in the mornings she would come back wasted.
She knew her Dad would help her mum sober up.

As Aleeya reached for the doorknob, she felt a cold hand pressing onto her right shoulder and spun her around.
'Dad.'

'Where do you think you're going?' He stretched his arms out and placed each hand on the door frame, trapping Aleeya in between. 'S-school,' she stammered.

'What about your poor mother? Who's gonna take care of her?' He leaned closer and spat on her face.

He watched her raise her hand and wipe of the thick spit, He must've been drinking too. Oh shit! What do I do? 'I-I-'

'I what? You little shit! Be grateful that that women gave you fucking life,' he rested the side of his face on to Aleeya's and whispered, 'take care of the people that gave you life, you need to give in to their needs, give what they want.' He reached for Aleeya's trouser zipper and started to pull down on it, Aleeya stood frozen. She didn't know what to do. All she could do was let tears stream down her face. Her Dad then unbuttoned her trouser, he then turned her around and placed his hands on the sides of her trouser, 'You should give in...'

Before he could do anything there was a knock at the door. Thank God. Aleeya quickly opened it and saw their neighbour, Mrs Fiddler, holding a travel mug.
'Mrs Fiddler, how are you?' Aleeya asked as she quickly buttoned and zipped her trouser, with the hope that Mrs Fiddler didn't notice.

'Aleeya dear. I'm doing good. On your way to school I see,' she leaned her head to the side, seeing Aleeya's Dad resting his back against the wall, his hands running through his raven black hair, 'what do you want you old hag?' he spat out.

Mrs Fiddler wasn't bothered by this, she was also part of the morning routine, 'I've brought, um, something sour to help your wife sober up. But clearly you need it as well.'

Mrs Fiddler somewhat knew what was going on in Aleeya's family, she was always there for Aleeya, she was like her guardian Angel. Always coming at the right moment, saving Aleeya each time.
Her Dad took the travel mug and stumbled his way to the kitchen, 'Thank you' Aleeya whispered softly.

She hugged Mrs Fiddler and made her way to school.

**At school**