Loving Lola

Colorado

Picture is of young Lola !
-Mikki x

The girl sat down on the step. Locked out of the house, cold and starved. Her legs were swollen and bruised purple, her arm broken. She remembered Him doing that, He had got very, very angry with her. She didn't know how long she had been out there for, it could have been minutes? Hours? Days? She buried her head in her knees and counted the tiny white daisies on the overgrown, worn lawn. She heard voices, and her head shot up, gold hair bouncing, silver-blue eyes eager. It wasn't the front door. She had hoped it would be her parents, back from the dead, with the knowledge that He had magically disappeared, so she never had to experience pain again. But no such luck. It was her own fault, she knew not to believe in luck, after all those years of living with Him. A woman and her family walked past. A tall, handsome man with a toddler in his arms and a pretty red-haired woman pushing a pushchair, an older son of about five holding onto the chair. It was so long since anybody had hugged her or held her. She wondered what it felt like. She was sure that He had never hugged her, or anything like that. The girl tried to make herself as small as possible so they didn't see her, He would be very angry if she spoke to them.

Don't ever speak to anyone, Freak, I will find out. He'd said.

The woman spotted the girl and muttered something to the man, then she went over and sat by her.

"What are you doing out here? Are Mummy and Daddy inside?" She asked.

Mummy and Daddy had gone a long time ago. Not come for her, but stayed in the hospital with each other.

"Are you lost?"

The girl shook her head.

"Why are you out here?"

The girl didn't know what to say. She didn't know why she was out here, apart from the fact that He had thrown her out. She decided to say nothing. The woman's face tinged an annoyed red. The girl cringed. She'd made her unhappy.

Always making people feel bad. Feel unhappy. You're selfish and mean. You're bad. Bad.

"Poor thing." She turned to the man. "Can you call the police to say there's a lost child, please?"

The man nodded and got out his phone.

The girl shook her head frantically. The most important rule in His house was that 'Police = Punishment.'

"It's ok, sweetie. I know you must be scared, but the police will get you back safely to Mummy and Daddy, don't worry."

The girl whimpered, then clapped a clean, tiny hand over her pouted red lips. She didn't want to see Him again.

The woman stayed with her until the police came. Then there were voices all around her, flashing lights and lots of men wearing luminous yellow jackets. Asking her name. But she refused to say anything. She'd forgotten that a long time ago.

He came out and faked surprise at seeing everyone outside His house. The girl thought it was pathetic. He knew; she had seen him look out the window, glaring at her.

"Oh, darling, what are you doing out here? And what has happened to you? Have you been beaten up again? Poor thing." He cooed.

The police spoke to him. It resulted in Him coming back and giving taking her back inside. She hadn't escaped him. Yet. But she would. She had learnt to give up on hope. But this time, she knew she was right. She would escape Him.

So, this is, in fact, my second story. I wrote it ages ago, when I was about thirteen, however, so do forgive mistakes!

-MacKenzie-Briar xo