Lost and found

Chapter 1-how it all started

"AMELIA!!"
oh sh*t... Let's just get this over with.
"COMING FATHER!"
father.... The words I hate to say even though I must say it daily.
A man like him does not deserve a name. I rush down the stairs trying to picture what may of made him as mad as he seems.

When I reach the living room I whimper as a glass bottle flys across the room missing me by mere inches.
"What do u you call this?!"
Confused I say nothing and look around to find what he was so mad about.
"AWNSER ME WHEN I AM SPEAKING TO YOU!"

He was drunk. A drunk man can be unreadable. You never know what he is thinking or what he wants to do.
As I look across the room in the kitchen, I see my very worried mom psychically screaming at me to talk.
I open my mouth but nothing comes out. Before registering what could happen if I did not reply quickly   father lunges at me grabbing my by the neck and punches me in the face.
Black dots clouded my vision but I knew I had to stay awake for my moms safety. I claw at my father's arm pleading with him to let me go before he kills me.
He drops me and before leaving pulled me up to his mouth and whispered "You are nothing but scum on the back of my foot. Don't ever think you will be nothing more.."

The thing was...  I was not afraid to die. The only thing that stopped me was my mother. When we lost my real dad 5 years ago she was broken. Till this day she will still cry out his name in her sleep and pray that she would see him again. My dad was everything a man was meant to be.
He was honest, kind and showed much integrity. I think that's what broke us more. He didn't deserve it.

Whilst I was busy calming my thoughts I never noticed Amanda looking at me with her firey pupils practically burning through my skull.
Wearily, I stare back at her and politely ask, "Am I bothering you."
Amanda smirked and briefly stated "Yes, actually. I'm afraid to say that your appearance is burning away my makeup." She looked at me blankly and said "move." Ughhhh college sucks!

By this time everyone was staring at me waiting for an awnser. I replied, "Why?"
She gave a fixed grunt before standing up and attempting to pull my hair. In response I dodge.
Welp. I'm screwed..
Stupid reflexes!!
Amanda spits at my face and smiles 'innocently.' Then she grabs her bag and walks away to join the boys at the back. Ashamed I decide to get of the bus and walk.

When I reach  the collage the  bell sounds. Great... Maths! My luck... Time for another miserable lecture...
As I  walk in the door I notice Amanda and her 'little group' pointing towards me silently snickering at me. I walk towards my desk and as I sit down my chair collapses with me rubbing my back registering what just happened. "OH LOOK! SHE REALLY IS AN ELEPHANT!!"
The whole class bursts with laughter and all I do is run.

I rush into one of the cubicles in the girls toilet open up my worn out makeup bag, grabbed a blade and some band-aids doing the only thing I could do in such situations.
Slice. Slice. Slice.
as I look down at my arms and cry a sudden wave of sleepiness hit me and all turns black.

Beep. Beep. Beep.
I slowly open my eyes and sit up gathering where I was and how I got here. Queens medical centre. I feel a weirs sensation in my arms and I look down showed to see an iv in each of my wrists. WHO UNDRESSED ME!! I lift up my shirt and sigh voices screaming FAT! I cry and cry till I here faint voices outside the ward door. "I can't belive my daughter has been going through this! I didn't know..." Her voice sounded strained.
"My poor baby." That voice. Filled with anger I rip out my IV and storm through the door. "IT WAS HIM!! HE HURT ME IN SO MANY WAYS, PHYSICALLY AND EMOTIONALLY!! I HATE YOU!"
Concerned, the doctor asked my mother "is this true?" But my mom was in a whole new world. She kept repeating... what would he do?!
I felt my eyelids get heavy and slowly lost myself once again.

Owwww. Oh no! Mum. I can't belive I said that! A loud knock brought my back to reality as my father strolled in, a sly smirk planted on his face whilst smiling formed from ear to ear. "I'm bored. Care to help entertain me?
No? Well your going to anyway.. I would hate something to happen to poor old mom." He pulled a fake pout.
I could see where this was going. As he unbuttoned his pants I thought, what did I do to deserve this?

When he finished he whispered in my ear, "Not. A. Word."
As he left I dropped to the floor. I can't take it anymore.  I really am a disappointment. I couldn't take it any more... I had to leave. Completely. Without thinking I snook into a ward and grabbed some new washed clothes and dressed putting spare clothes in a small backpack. I then wrote a note about everything and placed it under a office door. I then grabbed my dad's wallet and took his card. I need this! I grabbed a few toiletries and left. No going back...

When i arrived at a cashier in front of the hospital i first took out a thousand pounds to buy a plane ticket. My father's dream was to move us to New York and start anew. That's what I was going to achieve. I jumped on a train to the airport and booked the quickest flight. I hope your proud father.

'All riders to New York, please move to gate 12. Repeating, all riders to New York move to gate 12.'
As I got on the plane I phyclically planned out what I would do when I arrived. Strangely there was three million pounds in Marks account.
I have a feeling my life's going to change!! Slowly I fell asleep and for once in five years, I wasn't afraid.