Is it Enough to Love you (A Josh Hutcherson love story)

Chapter 1: Can't live like this

Hey I am going to try to make a fan fiction even though its a little strange it's like why not right though so hope u like it =D comment and vote thanx luv

Chapter 1:

I rolled over on my bed my brown hair falling in my face and watched the numbers in my clock begin to blur into view. 8:10 and so begins another day that adds to the sad story that is my life. Then I thought maybe today was the day I would get that fifty dollars and be able to run away from my home here in Connecticut to Los Angeles and be able to get as far away from my past as possible. I rolled over a stared at the ceiling letting it all come flooding back into view.

It all started when I was about ten years old my Dad brought home a woman he worked with, she was tall, slender and prominently young. She was out of work and living out of her car at the time, my father was generous enough to not only give her a job working for him but allow her to live in our home until she was stabble enough to stand on her own two feet. It wasn't long though until his days became longer, my father stopped coming home in the evening every night, until he never came home again and niether did the woman.

I used to visit my Dad on the weekends, he had changed though. My father figure whom I had once loved was a monster. The bruises I brought home along with the memories quickly became all to much for me to bear. It has been four years since I had seen or heard from my father. When I returned home to my mother the situation did not improve. She was lost, the night my Dad left was the last I saw a twinkle in her eye, nothing had stayed the same. She no longer loved me or my older brother she had lost the capabily to love at all, she still paid the bills and there was food in the house, so I am beyond grateful, for those things she has done, even though she does it all for herself, I get by. 

Then to top it all off when I turned twelve my brother Ron who was fourteen decided he was a bad ass. I am now fourteen and Ron is sixteen and he still thinks he is so bad ass he can hit me when I don't do exactly what he wants when he wants it.

It got to the point were he would invite his friends over throw me down in the backyard and beat me, however the sound of their laughter is what I hear more clearly than anything else, more than the pain. That has been my life though, it isn't something I have come to accept and never will. I was dying silently and unseen I was dying.

 I laid on my bed thinking about it all when tears came flooding into my eyes and spilling over. I quickly wiped them away because I always remembered there is someone out there who has it worse than I do. I sat up and got out of bed and stumbled groggily to the bathroom where I showered and returned to my room and threw on an undershirt, lacy black v neck top, jean shorts and my black flats. I then put on some of the small amount of makeup I owned and went out into the living room with a cup of coffee and flipped on the TV sponge bob was on and I didn't feel like changing the channel. I sipped my coffee and placed it on the table.

 "Hey Charlotte, I'm going to use the Xbox now." Ron announced strolling into the room. Ron had jet-black hair, bright blue eyes, a lot of freckles, and he was built. Ron chucked a playboy on the table. I glared at it before picking it up and throwing it at him.

 "I'm watching something." I stated deadpan irritation dripping from my voice.

 Ron caught the magazine glaring at me he stomped over and grabbed the collar of my shirt lifting me up off the couch. I stood on my feat and threw his hand off. He gripped both my hands and with one held them behind my back so I couldn't move them then began to hit me repeatedly across the face with the magazine. I never shed one tear as I felt the sting of the magazine hit once... twice... three times and he raised it to hit me a fourth when my knee shot up and hit him in his groin.

 He gasped and let loose my hands to grip the pain I had just caused him. I immediately ran into my room and slammed the door. Pushing my body weight against it. In a few short minuets I felt Ron's weight against the other side of the door trying to force it open.

"Open this door now Charlotte." he growled through gritted teeth.

"No!" I screamed at Ron "I'm not just going to do what you say!" I continued anger bubbling up inside me. I couldn't live like this anymore. It. Is. Torture.

Eventually Ron's weight forced the door open flinging me to the floor and he stood there in the doorway his face red as a tomato with anger.

I was terrified but I didn't let it show I just glared at him. Ron walked over to me picked me up and threw me over his knee and began spanking me with the magazine.

I bit down hard on my lip so I wouldn't cry; when he was done he threw me on the ground and got up leaving my room.

I laid on the floor for a while before got up and bolted from my room and house.

I lived in a really bad part of town considering how my Dad took most of our money when he left but I didn't care.

I ran down the street and let the tears flow. When I stopped running I looked up and found I was outside a restaurant.

I wiped my face and walked inside sneakily slipping into the dinning area.

I knew this was bad but I needed money. I needed to get away today I couldn't take it anymore. I had been saving for a year to buy a plane ticket to L.A. I was fifty dollars away, I got money from walking dogs and babysitting usually but today I had to get out. I snuck into the dinning area and walked around like I belonged quickly slipping tips off of empty tables and stuffing them in my pocket.

When I had pocketed about one hundred and twelve dollars I saw a waiter spot me I tensed up before darting from the restaurant and down the street. I ran all the way back to my house and stopped at the door and thought.

I have enough money! I'm going to Los Angeles! I am finally getting away!

I ran into the house and darted into my room yanked out my purple suitcase filled it with all my clothes, a hairbrush, makeup, and my ipod touch that was really all I owned.

I grabbed the suitcase, my box of money and my fake I.D. so they would let me buy the ticket. Then I ran into the kitchen. I then found a piece of lined paper and a pen ad quickly scribbled down; 'Sayonara bitch!'

I then ran through the living room.

"Where the hell are you going?" Ron asked not looking up from his video game.

"Away from you douche bag!" I yelled not being able to wipe the smile from my face, that got his attention he snapped his head angrily in my direction and stood up and was about to come at me when I darted out the front door.

"Hey!" Ron yelled from the front door.

"Go die!" I yelled at him over my shoulder.

Then I flagged down a taxi and drove away from my house never looking back.

Hey sorry if this chapter is a little boring. But I hope you like it the next chapter will be more exciteing I promise. Remember to comment and vote.