The Outcast Girl ✔

Chapter Twelve

•Dedicated to≈ qutegirlrisa
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"Sometimes, it's better to take the flings and fists that life throws at you because sometimes, you need a break from being so strong."

-Kamoyrocks 😊
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*Trigger Warning*

Julia's POV

I open the door and the room is dark. I wave of relief runs through me, knowing that Linda is asleep.

I put down my shoes and set to go upstairs when the lights switched on. And there she was, sitting on the couch, with a bottle of rum in her hands. I choose to ignore her and go to my room but her voice prevented me from doing so.

"Where have you been?" She asks as she looks at me from head to toe. Something about her seems...off. The way her eyes are fixated on me. It gives me a sudden chill.

"Mi did at mi friend house." I answer.

"You have friends?" She gets up and walks to me. All the warning bells in my head start to go off but I stay still. Let's see where this will go...

"Yes." She puts the rum bottle down and walks until she is in front of me.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asks.

"Because mi don't want to." I don't trust her anyway. I'm spearing us both the short conservation here.

"Oh really?" In a swift movement, she slaps me and I, caught off guard, fall to the floor.
"You selfish girl! You don't even consider calling me to tell me! What if something happen to you? What would your father say?" She screams. Oh! So now she cares? I scoff.

"He woulda understand. Unlike you, yuh don't care about mi!" I was fuming.

"Your right. I can't stand you because of you and your stupid accent. Your nothing but a mistake and I wish you died the same time your sorry excuse for a mom died." She says and kicks me in the side and I cough. Now she really hit a nerve right there.

"Sorry excuse for a mother?! Look at you? You call yourself a mom? Yuh don't even care about de fact that my mom died and was so quick to marry my papa! And den, yuh go an threaten mi if mi tell anyone your abusing mi?" I shout. I have been holding this in for a good while and it kinda of feels good to let it out. "Your not my mother and you never will be!!! I hate you!!!" At first I saw a shock and hurt expression on her face but it went as soon as it came.

"I'm glad you do because I do to!" She jumps at me, tackling me once I got up off the floor. She starts beating me; abusing me, while I try my uttermost best to fight back. Once I'm on top of her, I give her a good bow in her face before I run to my room to get some clothes and some money.

I stop at the entrance... My room is a total wreck I thought. I ignore that and run to get the stuff I need.

As soon as I'm done, I run down the stairs, heading straight for the door.

"Where are you going?" The woman asks.

"Mi a leave. I can't live wid you anymore!" I open the door and hastily put my shoes on.

"Where would you go!?"

"That's none of your business!" I have really had enough of this woman.

"Alright fine! Go then! Just know that no one will want a worthless piece of slut like you. Your just a mistake, you always will be." She said the last words coldly and I run and close the door, running down the streets, tears streaming down my face as I completely have no idea on where to go.