Charity Case (One Direction)

Chapter 3

The next thing I knew was that I was stumbling clumsily backwards. ”I’m so, so sorry. I was deep in thought and-“ I started, but was quickly interrupted by him. “Just look where you’re going. I really don’t appreciate to be bumped into all the time,” he said rudely and looked at me like he was waiting for some reaction from me. He had short caramel brown hair, ice blue eyes, perfect teeth and I wasn't going to lie to you. He was pretty. No, not pretty. He was the meaning of the word hot.

I just stood there looking into his cold blue eyes for what felt like an eternity. There was something beautiful in them, but that quickly disappeared. His personality kind of ruined the fact that he was hot. 

He turned around and walked away quickly with an annoyed sigh, like he was the most valuable person on this planet.

I’ve seen him before but I couldn’t quiet put my finger on where.

I kicked the thought of him out of my head quickly. He wasn’t worth thinking that much about.

Something buzzed in my back pocket of my skinny jeans. Oh shit. I had been so deep in thought that I didn’t realize that it was already late noon! Mrs. Berry was going to kill me for good this time!

Or kick me out – oh well. That would be a relief.

I quickly reached the front door of the orphanage I was living in. From the outside it was nice. It was an old white building with a black roof. It was elegant and classy. But as you say: You shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Not that is wasn't nice on the inside - it in deed was! But still just the thought of going in there again made my body shiver with fear of what Mrs. Berry would do to me because I was late. Again.

I pulled the gold covered handle and opened the door slowly to reveal an angry looking Mrs. Berry. On second thought the word angry was an understatement. The word furious was better. Her eyes were filled with anger and as always when she was angry a big vein on her forehead was evident.

And one more thing? If gazes could kill I would be dead by now. 

“Where have you been? You’re more than half an hour late!” she practically screamed in my face with disgust and anger filling her voice.

Then something happened. Not that I was surprised or anything. It happened a lot. My cheek immediately turned warm from the blood running up there to ease the pain from her fist connecting to my cheek. It was still numb after last time, so it hurt pretty bad this time. Extremely bad.

“I – I was just going for a walk and time-“ I stuttered insecurely, but was quickly cut of. “Well don’t do that! Go to your room right away!” she said with disgust and hate in her voice.

Unbelievable. She would usually make me do some cleaning until midnight or something like that. Not today, but why? Not that I was complaining about it.

If was quickly cut of my thoughts when I saw my reflection in the tiny dirty mirror on my wall. I was pale – except for my cheek that was red and swollen from the hit. Tears where running down my cheeks, soaking my top. My hair was frizzy and my eyes were red from tears. I looked terrible. My body had countless imperfections; my thighs weren’t thin enough. My stomach wasn't flat enough. My hands where too small. My cheekbones where too high. I could go on in forever.

It wouldn’t get any dinner tonight. Not that it was bothering my – I was too fat anyway.

My phone buzzed on my old nightstand. A text. Who would want to text me?

I reached my phone and looked at the screen. Sophie. My body froze.

It said: “Alex, Alex, Alex. When do u learn that u will never be good enough? Just go kill yourself already. And if you don’t? Please just stay away from 1D when they arrive tomorrow. Or else it will be worst for you. - S”.

She never texted me. Why would she even bother? I’m not worth it anyway. With that thought I fell in a not so peaceful sleep on my hard bed. I had a nightmare that night. Or should I say again that night. I almost had nightmares every night.

I was trapped. Trapped in an invisible box and I couldn't get out. Outside the box I saw my mom. She was in clear pain. Handcuffs connected her wrists, and she looked full of fear.

Blood was running from her stomach, she was pale and tears where running down her bruised cheeks. She was fighting to get free and help me out but she couldn't. She was trapped. Just like me.

Then I heard a deep voice. "Alexandra. You can save her. It's your fault if she dies. Just get out an SAVE HER!" The voice was terrifying. It was evil.

But it was right. I could help her. I could.

I continued to try to find a way out of the box I was trapped in, but I couldn't.

Then I met my mom’s gaze. It was indescribable. Her gaze was full of fear, anger, hate, and sorrow and numberless of other feelings.

Then she said something. She said the sentence I least wanted to hear. She confirmed my thoughts. She broke me into a million pieces.

I went cold and numb. The same feeling I got when she was dying in reality.

She said: "It's your fault. You could have saved me Alexandra" and then she closed her eyes. She was dead. She blamed me. I blamed me too. It was my entire fault. I disappointed my own mother. I let her down. I basically killed her. If I had just -

I was waked up, my body sweaty because of the nightmare, by a hard knock on my door and the high-pitched voice of Mrs. Berry shouting: “WAKE UP YOU LITTLE STRAMP! ONE DIRECTION WILL BE HERE IN HALF AN HOUR. LOOK PRESENTABLE!” Why even bother. They wouldn’t pick me anyway.

It was the same nightmare I had almost every night, and it killed me from the inside. 

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"For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers,neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord." Romans 8, 38-39

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