Not Scared Of You

Chapter 1

“GET BACK OVER HERE YOU LITTLE BITCH!” My brother yelled as I tried to run away from him. As you can see, my brother and I don’t have a good relationship. It’s quite the opposite. He’s actually very abusive. My mother died of a heart attack about 10 years ago. It was the worst day of my life. I was only 7 and he was 18. My father tried to take care of my brother and I after my mother had passed, but unfortunately gave up and walked out on us.

My brother was never really the abusive type. It’s kind of hard to believe that I got along with him so well when we were younger. I guess it all started ever since all of this happened. A few years after my father left, he had started to drink and do drugs but suddenly stopped when he got a girlfriend. She made him so happy and she was the sweetest girl ever. His relationship lasted a few years with her until he decided to go and pay her a visit. He walked in and caught her cheating with another man.

That’s when he started drinking a lot more, more than what he used to when dad walked out. He takes his anger out on me. He hits me, calls me names. He even tried to kill me once. I never thought someone who used to be so kind hearted could go into such a deep depression, that it would turn them into such a cold, scary monster. I ran and ran. I kept on looking back to check if he was behind me but he wasn’t. The rain soaked my face, hiding my tears as I was trying to find a place to stay overnight. I can’t go back there. I needed to get out of there. I need to leave this country.

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I woke up on the same bench that I had slept on- thank God. There was clock across the street and I squinted my eyes to check the time. 9:20 am. Perfect. My brother would have just left for work and wouldn’t be back until five. I ran home and quietly went in just in case he didn’t leave yet. I tiptoed through the house checking the rooms. The coast is clear. I don’t know why I was rushing to do anything; I guess I’m just scared that he might unexpectedly come home early. I took the risk and took a shower, ‘cause I smelt like a horse’s ass. Eww… Anyway, I packed all of my clothes into my suitcase and anything else I needed. I opened some drawers and found some of my brother’s money. “Should I take it?” I thought to myself. “Yeah. For what you’ve fucking done to me, I’m taking your money. Ha. Bitch.” I said to myself and smirked. I checked the clock once again. 10:15. I grabbed my phone and my suitcase walking out the door.

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Sitting at the airport, waiting for my flight to get called. Where was I going again? Oh right! Londonnnnnn! I’ve always wanted to go there. I think it’s so beautiful! Plus my cousin lives there. I was planning on calling him once I got there, because I needed somewhere to stay. Hopefully, he’ll let me stay with him. “Flight 275 now boarding!” The voice announced on the speaker. This is it… London, here I come!

I boarded the plane and looked back at my ticket. Seat 14 C. Window seat! Then again, it would be hard for me to get up to go to the bathroom… Oh well window seats are the shit! Don’t judge I’m excited! I walked down the narrow path and make my way to the seat. My mental smile faded as soon as I saw who I was sitting next to- A fat, bald middle aged man. With huuuuuge man titties. I sighed as I made my way to my seat. This was going to be a loooooong flight.

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A/N: Hey guys! So this is my new fanfic! I hope you like it (: I'm still having some writer's block on When Love Takes Over, but I'll try and think of something soon! Oh! And don't worry, TW will be in the next chapter! Thanks! And also, the fat middle aged man with moobs isn't Martin! xD

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