Under Control

CHAPTER 1: They say moving house is a terrible experience...Not me. My name is Livi Brooks, im 15 and I used to live in Nevada near the death valley. When my parents broke up when i was 10, mums new boyfriend a banker named Jordan moved in with us and changed alot of things. Before dad left we were a happy family, we were always venturing out to the death valley and heading into the town of Las Vegas looking at the beautiful sights but another way having fun. Mum left dad after a horrible arguement, me and my little sister and brother Thomas and Alice who were twins used to cling to eachother as they screamed at eachother and hurt everyone. Dad punched mum causing her to fracture her jaw, the police were called and we were escorted out of the house. It took 2 years for the divorce but I still see my dad on weekends. Mums new boyfriend moved in when i was 14, He was tall and had olive skin and brown mousy hair. His greyish eyes followed every movement in the room. One day mum and jordan sat us down and announced we were leaving Nevada. Jordan had got a promotion and we were being sent to California as it would be easier for travel. I didnt agree with this at first, but mum said I would either move in with my abusive father or have to stick with it. On the 4th January I left my school and said my final goodbye to my friends. Tears streamed down our faces as we hugged and clung onto eachother while i was in the car. The car pulled away and I slumped into my mums bentley car seat sobbing faithful tears. 'Cheer up hunny' I can remember her saying to me rubbing my bare knees. Mum picked up some of our bare essentials and then picked Jordan, Alice and Thomas up who were now 5 from primary school and work. Jordan sat next to me, his breath stunk of vodka and he had this terrible look in his eye. We stopped off at the garage and mum went to fill the car up. Jordan unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over to me. 'YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSE TO COME' I can remember him spitting in my face. He grabbed my arm really tightly with his manly grip making me scream. I punched him in the face and he realed back in horror. Mum saw me punch him but didnt see what he did to me. I remember her screaming at me and grabbing onto my sore arm. In the car Jordan kept glancing at me and winking. My cheeks grew a deep red, I just wanted to slap him across the face but mum wouldn't appreciate this. We arrived at the house after 4 hours of hell. The house was deep white with double glazing and white shafters on them, It was beautiful I thought. My room was a creamy pink and had already been refurbished. Jordan came into my room slyly. He slammed a hand over my mouth pushing me down to the bed. 'Your mums gone out maybe we can have some fun' the strong of vodka blew into my face but then I heard mum calling and he got up from me and walked out as if nothing had happened. What was happening to him?

CHAPTER 2: It had been 2 weeks since the incident with Jordan, but he was still giving me these sly looks, he made me feel small and scared. I would go into the bathroom and when I came out...he would be there. If I went upstairs he followed me and waited until I went down. It was if my own step dad was my  stalker. Now some girls may think ooh a gorgeous stalker, but Jordan was vile! He wasn't 'handsome' he was ugly as hell!! One day I was on the house phone to my best friend Emma from Nevada and I heard this strong breathing down the phone, Emma didn't have asthma did she? We both slammed the phone down and I marched to see Jordan. I stood close to him and shouted 'AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE AT WORK, SEEING AS WE DID MOVE OUT HERE FOR YOU!' He pushed me hard at my shoulders and shouted 'I DO HAVE A JOB, AND IM GOING AT 4. YOU DO REALISE I CAN DO IN AT ANY TIME, YOUR OLD ENOUGH, WHY DON'T YOU GET A JOB!' He walked over to me running my long purple hair from my shoulders and grinned 'You've certinally got the body, why not see if the streets will take you' I ran off as tears pricked my eyes, what did he mean 'THE STREETS' was he trying to call me a prostitute, a dirty slag?' The door slammed at 3:30. He left the house and I was sat upstairs on my own. I grabbed my laptop and typed in Facebook. There I sat and typed out: Someone pop up like NOW! theres been a huge incident at my house and im really scared. About 30 people responded to this status, I told them how Jordan was creeping me out. Mum even popped up asking but I lied to her and went: Just some people came and scared me mum. Mum and I sat watching a film at 6 when Jordan burst in. 'THAT DIRTY LITTLE SLAG!' He shouted running at me grabbing my arms. Mum stood up and gasped as she pushed Jordan away. 'WHAT HAS SHE DONE?' She screamed in his face shielding me. 'DID YOU HEAR THAT SHE HAS BEEN BEDDING THAT GUY FROM NEVADA! YOU KNOW THE ONE WHO LOOKS LIKE A GAY!?' He screamed back. I stood up and gasped and shouted 'NO I HAVEN'T!' Mum looked at me and asked me angrily 'IS THIS TRUE!?' I shook my head but somehow she didn't believe me. 'GO TO YOUR ROOM, YOUR GROUNDED!' This rung through my ears. She was grounding me? Why? What had i done!? I ran to my room slamming the door, her words pricked my ears 'YOUR GROUNDED!' ran through my ear and out the other. It was 11pm when mum came in throwing my basket of clothes down 'School starts tomorrow' she scoffed leaving the room. I sat in my bed in my pyjamas thinking 'Should I run away and go back to Nevada and live with my dad?'