He was really getting out of hand. Ever since his wife, mom my, died three years ago he started drinking, abusing drugs, and worst of all, abusing me. Verbally and physically. I looked up at him from the ground, still in the same position i was after he delievered an extremely strong punch to the right side of my face. Tears started to fill my eyes. "Come on get back up you little baby," he yelled as he kicked my hip. My hands immidently grabbed it as i yelped out " That hurt!" "Whatever," he remarked, "I need another drink." And just like that he left the room. I knew later he would act like nothing happened. There I was, left alone in my room, lip busted and bleeding while my hip was throbbing. Sadly, this isn't the first time that this has happened. I'm 17 now, but this has been going on since I was 14. " If only mom wa still here," I whispered to myself praying she would come back, but knowing she never could. I hated when he did it this early. It was only 7 A.M. Shit! It was 7 in the morning. My phone starting lighting up like a christmas tree. I'll be late for the last day of school! I cant be late when I'm graduating today! I struggled to my feet and tried to look as normal as possible, despite the bruises and bleeding lip. I grabbed my backpack, phone, and forgetting about my injuries , like usual, rushed outside to meet my best friend Julia. She was my only friend actually. She was the only one I trusted with everything. I walked up to her holding my hip, trying not to limp but it was hard not to. She saw my face and frowned. "Again?" she asked. What was she talking about? Oh yea! The blood and the hip. I was so used to it that it normally slipped my mind within a few minutes. " Ya, but it's no big deal " I assured her. " Yea it is Taylor, but it won't matter once our plan kicks in." The smirk on her face was too hard to ignore. She always knew how to make me laugh with her ridiculous faces. But, the plan was to move to England where we could start over, both of us being outcasts thought we could use it. I was going to a performing arts school there and she was going to a law school. We were flying over in five days. " I know im so excited. I already pakced and hid everything from Rob " I replied with a smile spreading across my face. "Ouch!" I had forgotten about my lip once again. Julia reached into her back pack and pulled out a wad of tissues for me to clean up my face. As I was done blotting off my face the bus pulled up. I hated taking it but no way could i take my car. Rob didnt even know i had it and if he saw me driving, it would not end pretty for me. Sighing, we trudged on to the bus. We find our way to the middle and sit down. I can't wait to move to England. We have already rented our flat and everything and we got a killer deal. It even came with furniture! I kept exploring my own thoughts and before I knew it we pulled up to the gates of hell- I mean the enterance to the school building. I took in my surroundings for the last time. "Goodbye high school" she said with a giggle. I laughed, " We stil have to make it though today Jules." " Whatevs. At least we have all the same classes together." "Ya thank god I have no idea what i would do with out you ," I said as I hugged her. " You're the best, ya know that Taylor?" " Oh I know," I said as I stood up , dragging her along with me. We walked into school and people looked at us strange. We were used to it though. The thing about me and Juia is we are complete opposites. She is more on the preppy side and I am more on the goth. She likes pop music, I like heavy metal. She dresses in bright colors, I dress in dark. You get the point. So people never understood why we hung out if we are so different. Well have you ever heard the phrase " opposites attract?" That is the case with me and her. We basically balance each other out. So, class by class went by with us making stupid faces to each other across the room. Finally, the last bell went off. I jumped up and squeezed her and we ran out of the building. After what seemed like forever we both got off the bus and walked to my house. " Thank god Rob doesn's come home until 8," I remarked. She didn'd reply. I knew my house made her uncomfortable. We walked straight to my room, grabbing most of my things. I was sleeping over her house for the next few days until we went to England. Julia picked up some of the bags I packed and ran downstairs to put them in my car. As I was walking to my nightstand to grab a bag next to it, I saw the picture of my mom and me that had been there for years. I dropped the bag on my bed, and ran my finges over the picture. " I miss you mom, i hope you're proud of me." Julia popped her head in the room. "Did we get evertyhing?" she asked. "Ya. I'll be right down." I stuck the picture of my mom into the bag that was on my bed. We went to my car and drove to her house. And soon my new life would start. I wouldn't be "that weirdo emo chick" any more. I would start over and actually make friends. I couldnt wait.
