It was the morning after Jordan had asked to stay the night, I knew that he often fell out with his father and ended up sleeping on the street so I didn't question it. It was a Wednesday morning but I had got a hospital appointment mid-morning so I wasn't going to school today, therefore I didn't have to worry about Jordan's brother coming around to walk me to school, seeing that his brother had stayed the night in my house, even if it was just on the sofa. It was my decision not to tell anyone that Jordan and I were friends due to the circumstances that we met under, once my mom had left, my step-dad Pete stopped working meaning that we barely had enough money to get by on, so I took matters into my own hands and started working for dealers on the street. I never used though, not once. I mean sure it was a dangerous job, especially for a girl my age but in my eyes, I had no other choice. The night that Jordan and I started speaking, the man who I worked for, Khadim, had just recruited Jordan to work for him also, so we had each other's backs from the start.
I had cooked Jordan some breakfast already and was getting ready for the day when I heard an all to familiar booming voice from downstairs.
"What you dong in my house?" Pete's voice rippled through the house, there was no doubt he was speaking to Jordan. I ran down the stairs the fastest that I could not wanting Jordan to get hurt.
"Kiera said that I could stay, we're mates." Jordan's calm voice spoke back to Pete.
"Well I didn't say you could so out now!" Pete spoke as I came into view, he had picked Jordan up by the scruff of his collar and landed a swift punch on his jaw bone. I saw a moment of fear flash over Jordan's face, then it hit me, his dad was like my step-dad, his face told all. Jordan hurried out of the front door not noticing me rushing down the stairs.
"What have I said about people stopping over?" Pete spoke while starting up the stairs. "I bet you slept with him, a slapper like you." As quickly as I could I outran Pete to my bedroom, blocking the door with some stuff so that he couldn't get into my room. I took a deep breath and headed over to my window, the shed had been built just below my window, if I jumped I could land on there then get down and escape, but I could hurt myself. I heard my bedroom door burst open so without giving it a second thought I jumped from my bedroom window, surprisingly landing on my feet on the shed roof, then once again onto the floor. I gave my house a quick glance before taking off running at full speed, I could hear his foot steps right behind me, seeing as I was never the athletic type. After ducking down side streets and trying to lose him I finally saw a familiar place which I have never been so happy to see in all my life. School. I expected him to stop chasing me once I had reached the gate, but instead he carried on. It must've been first period already because no one was around. I darted through the office doors and turned a left leading me straight to Mrs Carters office, she'd be able to help me surely. I didn't bother knocking there wasn't time I could hear Pete apologising to the receptionist telling her that it was all a big misunderstanding. Inside the office I saw Mr Bell, Mr Nawaz, Mr Quereshi, Mrs Carter, and of course, Cory Wilson.
"Kiera we're in the mid-" Mr Bell started.
"Please help me, he's back." I cried out just as Pete showed himself in the office door.
"I'm sorry folks, this has all been an misunderstanding she must have PTSD or something from that attack." Pete lied as I got behind Mr Quereshi.
"No, no, no, please don't listen to him. He did it." I spoke up tears streaming down my face.
"I'm sorry sir who are you?" Mrs Carter asked my step-dad.
"I'm Pete, Kiera's step-father."
"Phone the police." I told her.
"Please, if you listen to me I'll explain." Pete started as Mrs Carter picked up her phone. "She's still a bit shaken up from her Mom leaving her, you know how kids are she blames me for it, we had an argument this morning she's just trying to get me into trouble." My jaw dropped as I heard these lies come out of his mouth so naturally.
"Don't you dare bring my mom into this." I said disgusted. Cory who had just been sitting silently so far, come over to me at this point and embraced me into a hug, clearly seeing how distraught I was. I didn't care if he only wanted me for sex, right now he was the comfort I needed.
"See, she angry at me I did nothing wrong."
"Nothing wrong? Nothing wrong? You beat me until I didn't see, you kicked me on a daily basis, you broke my hand trying o stop me from running form you." I spoke getting more and more angry with each word, he had a smug look on his as though he knew that I wouldn't dare to say the thing that he did to me which caused all of those problems. "You came into the bathroom while I was showering and raped me and then tried to out the blame on me." I screamed at him, a look of absolute shock on his face. My face soon dropped at the realisation that everyone in this room now knew what had happened, the disgusting acts that he made me do. I saw Mrs Carter dial the three numbers on the key pad as Pete looked at me with absolute anger in his eyes in a split second he had lunged for me, seeing as I had gotten closer to him while shouting at him, and punched me square in the nose. I immediately felt blood start pouring out of my nose as Mr Quereshi and Mr Bell held Pete to make sure that he couldn't move any closer to me, or run away.
"Kiera, go to the nurse, Cory you take her while I get the police here." Mrs Carter told us while holding the phone up to her ear. I looked down at the floor seeing a small pool of blood gathering beneath me from where it ha cleaned form my nose. Cory took my tissue from off of Mrs' desk and handed them to me before putting his hand on the small of my back and leading me out of the office, making sure to give Pete death stare as he left.
It was finally over... or so I thought.
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Why me? (C.W) | Ackley Bridge
FanfictionIt's amazing how one joint secret between two polar opposites can bring two people together, despite how much one tries to stay away from the other. The typical womaniser going for the girl who vows that all men are bad news. How will it end?