Lexie is a 14 year old girl who has been through hell. Her parents have died, she's been abused, she nearly got shot, fell in love, tried to find a killer in Mexico. She realises that she sees Riggs as a father figure.
My stepdad opens the door and I see that he's drunk.
"Lexie?" He says and he looks at Riggs. I smell the booze in his breath. "Uh, LAPD. Lexie shoplifted. She took a crate of beers." Riggs says.
My stepdad's face turns angry. "She has?" He mumbles frustrated. I nod and look down. "Right, get in. And thanks officer." I get pushed in the house by him and he slams the door shut.
He takes a drink of his beer. "I-I'll just go upstairs." I stutter. He grabs my arm and I wince at the pain.
"Shoplifting?!" He shouts. I turn my head away from him because he's scaring me. He pushes me to the ground and I land on my arm. "Ow..." I say to myself.
We have a snooker table in the other room, and close by he gets the snooker cue. "No.. please." I beg raising my hand so he doesn't hit my face. "Shut up!" He screams.
He smashes the cue stick on my cheek. I fall back to the ground and I look up at him. He smashes it down again. This time I feel dizzy. He hits me in my arm multiple times.
"You worthless, useless, bitch!" He screams. "You mom got fucking cancer because she had a fucked up daughter! I promised her I'd take care of you-" "This isn't taking care of me! Please stop! Mom wouldn't want this!" I beg more.
"Shut the fuck up!" He shouts louder. I back away in fear. "I wish I didn't promise your mom anything! I wish you were in a orphanage!" Tears are streaming down my face. Partly because of the pain and the things he's saying.
"Me and your mom could've been happy! But your dad had to ruin it all! Shame he couldn't drive well." He evilly chuckles. "Your mom and dad didn't love you!"
He's still smashing that stick onto my body. "I wish you would've died!" And with that, he smashed it so hard onto my head, he knocks me out.
I wake up, in my bed. I turn and I groan in pain. I get up and look in the mirror. Mascara is all down my face and my hair is a mess. Dry blood is all over my cheek. And a big purple bruise surrounding it.
All over my legs, arms there's brown, black, purple bruises.
I manage to wipe my makeup off and I see that I have a black eye. "Ah, shit..." I mumble to myself.
I quietly walk down the stairs to see my stepdad, asleep on the sofa. He has loads of empty beer bottles next to him.
"Come on, Lexie." I say to myself. I run upstairs and I get a bag ready.
I get changed into this as fast as I can:
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I put as many clothes as I can into the bag.
I run back down the stairs and I quietly shut the front door.
Oh my god. I'm running away.
Me: hey I've ran away.. can I stay at urs?
Lauren: Lex im sorry.. my mom doesn't want me to hang out with u anymore
Me: oh Me: okay
Lauren: I'm really sorry
Me: it's fine
I panic. I have nowhere else to stay. I can't go back. I won't go back. Even if I'm homeless.
