Away

7-Reminiscing.

Brie's POV.

School is over. Am walking down the part to my house. Kicking pebble stones from left and right. Its actually calming. Relives me of stress and all that happened today.

         'Why do you hate my gut?'

          'For a girl you're mean?'

Oh new kid. You've only been here for a week plus and look you're moving crowd and toping the bar. I knew he would breeze in and out of highschool unscathed because of his looks but I never expected this. He's popular and recently voted as the most handsome guy in bodak high. He also help win a game for the school, now he's the golden boy.

  I know I should feel bad for what I did. Degrading him like trash in front of everyone? That's so not cool and rude.

  But then again that's the point.

Being rude and bad to people.     Its an act of self defense. I need to protect myself. Put my welfare first before any others. We don't know who is who in this vile world.

That's something I had to learn the hard way. Years and years and years of running,hiding from him changed my life. I've being in harms way. I've being in the brink of death several times.

    Am a child. I'm meant to be all smiles,gullible,naive and innocent. Act my age,make foolish mistakes that I would probably regret and get scolded for. Stay under my parents wings until am ready to fly on my own.

   But no!

That was robbed of me. Taking my beloved mother in the process. I feel miserable. I'm living a miserable life.

  My eyes screams of a child who has seen and known too much for someone her age.
All because of him!.

He made me mature too quickly. He made me  miss out on almost all my childhood. He made me see the horrors and evil things going on on earth. He made me see the true intentions of people.
No one can be trusted,even your gawd damned family.
The prove is written all over my body like tattoos.
Each bearing its own meaning.

  My body is so disgusting. It angers me to bear a body with so many scars.
Both abused and burnt.
Cane marks,hot iron,knives with jag edges,fire,hot water. Rape,I can't really remember what happened that night which is fine by me. I don't want to remember such tragedy. He used many other torture methods.  I can't dress sexily or be gorgeous. The only thing I have going is long sleeved shirts and trouser,anything that can cover my arms and legs. Hence,the conservative clothing.

All because of my father. Now I have to bear the consequences of his action,carry the cross and suffer in the process. There's been too much blood shed. I don't want anyone learning about my past. Its a closed secret I choose to forget until he comes knocking on my door and we've to run away to another state or country to hide from him.

  Its a cowardly act yes but until my older brother turns twenty two to fully take me in his custody and have our parents fortune;the government is in charge of it and also partly me.

   I don't want to go down that lane.
I don't wanna relive the memory.
The wounds are still fresh,literally fresh.

All in all;I don't feel any pang of remorse of what I did. The new kid had it coming anyway but did nothing to prevent it than fuel it.

For once in a long time only when I'm with Braedon. Am going to be completely honest with myself. I can't recall the new kid name. Funny I feel good about it.

The less I know the better.

If I start making friends and the evil man decides to pop up to finish what he started, I will have to run away and leave them behind which I would hate because I've grown fond of them.
I would have to change my appearance and identity and lead a farce life to people,I don't like it but its for my safety.

  Right now I'm under a disguise. My hair dyed black, grey contact lens and a fake name: Brie Angie Francis. Even my brother no one can know we are related. Orders from the police till they catch the psychopath and lock him up in jail.

  As I near the house I reside in,a car parked in front of me caught my attention. I raised my head and stared at my reflection.    No wrinkles,no laugh marks. How can there be when I forgot how to smile.
  I swirl my head to the left to glare at the offending pink scar starting from the base of my earlobe disappearing into my back hair. Its faint now,hardly noticeable unless you squint harder.

  I sigh and continued working till I got to my drive way. A  sleek blue Toyota car parked outside my garage.
A gasp escapes my slacked jaw.

   These only means one thing...

            He's back!