Blood Tears - Editing in process.

Chapter 9 - Memories

- Vickey could feel the blows straight to her stomach, the pain intensifying with each hit. She could taste the bile coming up into her mouth as her attackers relentlessly hacked away at the empty contents of her stomach.

"What's wrong Vickey?! Can't take your own medicine?!" She could hear Tilly, the eldest and most popular girl in year six chant in her ears, only to be followed by a echo of,

"Yeah! Cant take your own medicine?!" by her gang of followers and admirers. It wasn't her fault that  Tilly had made her so angry that she had slapped her. It hadn't even been that hard.

Vickey could see Eli, through her teary and blood stained eyes, being beaten up by a gang of around seven boys. She could see Josh - Tilly's boy equvilent - teasing him just as she was being.

Vickey hadn't meant for Eli to get caught up in it all either. He had stood up for her and they had taken that as being on her side.

However rather than trying to fight back like herself, she could see how Eli had curled up into a ball. Taking the blows and absorbing the torments. Watching Eli made her remember her mother, made her remember how she used to be.

Each kick to her shin and each slap to her face only reminded her of how her mother had treated her. Each punch only increasing her anger until finally she had had enough. 

Slowly, Vickey stood up staight and, as everyone continued to kick, punch and slap, Vickey raised her arms. Using all the strenth that she had left, Vickey pushed each girl over until she came to Tilly.

She could feel her face growing red with anger and as She threw her head back wards she gathered as much of the bile and spit from her mouth into a ball as possible.

Releasing it from her mouth, Vickey felt a strange sense of happiness. She could hear Tilly's shrill scream as her face and hair became coated in Vickey saliva. 

Tilly ran away screaming and a smile grew on Vickey's face. She turned to Eli to find him smiling too, she could see his brain trying to help him to summon the strength to at least rise up from the floor.

Vickey felt warm inside. She felt excited by the fact that she had helped some one else to gain the confidence to stand up for themselves as she had learnt to do. - 

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Vickey awoke to silence. 

The only noise were the birds outside who sang sweet songs of the morning through her window. She ached, her legs felt stiff and as she rose her head spinned again. She had another head ache but not like the one from last night. 

Vickey tried to remember what had happened, but her memory of the evening before Owen was fuzzy.

However, she felt well rested. It felt odd to Vickey, who had not had a proper full nights sleep in a while now, to sleep much more than needed. Her head felt fuzzy to, as if recovering from a hangover; it still pounded and felt delicate.

Looking around Vickey began to remember the nights events, shuddering at the thoughts that would terrorise her mind. She had been through physical and verbal abuse but neither had felt as bad as the nights events. 

Vickey tried to focus on something else.

She could remeber a dream she had been having. However, when she remembered it, it felt more like a nightmare.

She remembered her mother. Her beautiful mother who Vickey hadn't even thought of since she was taken away. 

As a child Vickey had been beaten by her mother, she would sometimes get drunk and the punishments would be worse but most of the time Vickey knew that she was sober whilst she hit her. 

She couldn't smell any alchohol on her mother's breath most nights but that didn't stop her. Work and stress had ruined her mother's mind and it seemed to Vickey that beating her daughter up was the only stress release that she could think of.

Once when Vickey was too young to understand how wrong it was, Vickey stood there and took each blow.

She hated to see her mother tired and upset so she did anything to make her feel better, but as the years went on and Vickey grew to understand it was wrong she had to do somehting about it; so she told her dad.

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Her father worked away from home most nights and so never really saw what Vickey's mother did to her, and it was ideal to Vickey's mother - who had once worked in theatre - that she had learnt to apply stage make up which covered up each and every bruise, scar and mark that Vickey ever had.

Her mother had threatened her before about telling her father but Vickey had never wanted to. Vickey knew that if she told her father then her mother would get taken away and she didn't want that to happen.

But once she did, her life changed for good and bad. Vickey began to have more energy, she wasn't as tired and  she tried to pay more attention in school; Vickey missed her mother though, she knew that her mother wasn't worth missing but she did.

Bringing herself back to the here and now, Vickey tossed herslef out of bed and slowly crept to the window. Peering outside Vickey looked down at Brendan and Nancy's garden, obsurving the greenery and the emptiness of the  grass and drive.

Vickey's face suddenly came a-light. There was no car on the drive. She turne her head towards the clock. It was half past seven. That meant that Brendan had recently left. Vickey had a chance to escape once more; but what about Nancy.