Dead Set On A Get Away (ON HOLD)

Chapter two

Chapter two

~12 years later~

*Ashleigh's POV*

'Manage me I'm a mess, turn...' I slammed my hand down on my alarm hard, stopping the song midway. Rubbing my eyes, I rolled out of my bed and stumbled across my room towards the bathroom. Looking around the tiny room, I gasped. The place was trashed. Shampoo bottles were laying everywhere leaking into the floorboards. The shower curtain was hanging on by one hook and the sink had a qiant crack along the bowl.

Sighing to myself, I began to clean the mess up. I was used to this, every morning I wake up to a different trashed room, having to spend my mornings cleaning the place before college.

"What have you done!" My mum screeched.

Sighing again, I turned around to face the drunken mess which I call mum. The smell of alcohol hit me in the face, making me scrunch my nose up in disgust.

"Mum you can't keep getting drunk and smashing up rooms." I say while picking up broken bits of wine bottles.

"Whatever." She says srugging her shoulders, taking a swig at another bottle of red wine.

"Mum seriously you're going to damage your liver with the amount you are drinking." I try taking the bottle out of her hand but she just moves away and takes another mouthful.

"Stop telling me what to do Ashleigh." Her voice raising as she speaks, her anger rising.

"Mum, please I just want the best for you." I tell her, my voice cracking mid sentence.

I grab for the bottle again, only this time I manage to take it from her. I begin to pour it down the sink. My mum screams and grabs the wine out if my hand. She goes to pour more into her mouth only to find that I have managed to pour every bit down the drain.

"You stupid bitch, that was my last one." She screams in my face, bits of spit layering my pale skin.

What she does next shocks us both, her hand rises and collides with the side of my face. A sharp pain rushes though my cheek making my eyes water. I blink hard refusing to cry infront of her. I push past her and run into my room, collapsing onto my bed.

~A few hours later~

I woke up later to a empty house, my mum must of gone out to buy more alcohol. I jump up out of bed and pull out my old backpack, I haven't used this since my last camping trip with my dad. Tears drip down my face as I think about him.

"I miss you." I whisper into thin air

Wiping away the hot, salty tears, I being to fill my bag with clothes and other useful items. Once the backpack is full I zip it up and throw it over my shoulder. I pick up my piggy bank off my desk and smash it on the floor. Picking up the money I've been saving from the age of 10, I pocket it. I finally grab my ipod off my desk and leave my bedroom. I quickly leave the house and begin to walk down the dark lonely pavement.