Finding You

Chapter one: Me

Paisley's POV:

"Paisley Angelina Lockwood! You come back down here right now young lady!," Xavier shouted from in the living room.
"I don't have to listen to you," I remarked at the top of the stairs.
"PAISLEY!," He shouted even louder this time.
"Screw you Xavier," those were my final words before walking into my room and slamming my door shut. 

I'm Paisley if you hadn't noticed already. Oh...and the asshole screaming downstairs that's my dad. Xavier Lockwood, one of the most terrible men in all of New York I'd bet you. He's been riding me on every little thing everyday of my life. Paisley don't put your elbows on the table. Paisley don't talk back to me. Paisley Angelina Lockwood come back down here now! Nag, nag, nag, nag, nag that's all he ever does. I'm thirteen Xavier wake the hell up! I live in Manhattan and I've lived here since I was three. It's beautiful out here, there are so many possibilities waiting for me outside my small bedroom window, but there's always something...more like someone in my way. He treats me like a baby. I wanna be free, I don't wanna be lodged up in my room on house arrest for the rest of my life. He drives me to school everyday, because "I'm  not responsible enough to catch a cab a ride to school on my own". I'm constantly sneaking out my window at night to meet up with my best friends to see the city under a beautiful blanket of stars. But that isn't enough for me I wanna explore. I don't think I've ever seen the place I live in when it wasn't pitch black outside. My friends are all born New Yorkers. They know every street name and corner, down to all the best spots to hang and not get caught by the millions of cops sitting in the city streets. I don't know where I was born. My dad never told me, and every time I asked him something about my mother, or where I'm really from he always screams at me and then we fight all over again. The fighting never ends between the two of us. We never have a normal conversation. At dinner we sit in silence and every once and a while I'll get a glance but that's about it. He hates me just as much as I hate him probably. It's only because I live in my room, I'm always punished, I'm always the problem, but when does he ever realize he's the damn problem. He slapped me that's why we were arguing if you were curious as to why we were screaming. He's thrown things at me and hit me with everything probably. Wires most of the time, because he knows I could never get away fast enough. I'm a 275 pound thirteen year old. Hell I'm probably one of the biggest thirteen year old there is, and he takes advantage of that. I'm an overweight, blonde, blue eyed thirteen year old girl who lives in a household with a man who abuses me and hates me. Doesn't that sound amazing?

"Paisley get down here I'm not going to tell you again!" his voice muffled through the sound of the closed door. Goodness! Here we go again...

Park's POV:
Knock knock knock...
"Park hunny it's me again," Kristen gently said through the door, " it's almost time to go to the physiatrist," she said.
"Do I have to go again, mom?" I lightly replied through the hardwood door.
"Park...baby you have to go," she said softly. 

I'm Park. Hi...umm I don't know what to say. As you've probably already noticed I'm not the talkative type, I don't like to talk as a matter a fact. I'd prefer to sit alone in silence. You were also just introduced to my mom, Kristen Lemieux, she is the type of person to try and make you talk for hours and hours. That's all she does is talk. She never shuts up or leaves me alone! Like woman shut the hell up, please! 

"Park we have to go now," she said from the kitchen. I shut my door and walked to meet her by the front door.
"Park weren't you going to change sweetheart?" she questioned me.
"What's wrong with what I have on?" I asked her. I was in sweatpants and a graphic T-shirt, my long hair untamed, and I'd actually put my glasses on.
"Nothings wrong Park," she said timid walking out of the front door. Here we go again another therapy session with the devil herself.

Paisley's POV:
"How many times do I have to tell you don't curse at me!" He hollered in my face.
"How many time have I told you not to touch me!" I screamed back. He pulled my by my arms tightly and threw me on the coach. I stared at him blankly waiting for his face to be in mine again. "You listen to me and you listen well," he said frustrated, "stop disrespecting me this is my house got it. Mine! You are my child not my friend not my college. My daughter! Don't disrespect me again." Then I pushed him from in front of me. I started to head for the stairs, and he grabbed my hand spinning me back around to face him. He started punching me. Over and over and over again. Until finally I knocked him over. He'd fallen on the floor and I tried to run and he grabbed my foot pulling me to the floor.
Help me....

Park's POV:
" Park hunny you know you can talk to me," she said patiently playing with my long blonde hair.
"Mom I know you don't have to tell me all the time," I snapped back at her. Her attention went from my hair to my bright red face. I was so angry with her. Why why why why why don't I get time to be alone anymore!
"Young man you do not talk to me like that," she stated demandingly. She looked aroused by the fact I'd actually spoken to her.
"Maybe you shouldn't talk to me like that," I pushed back at her.
"Park Alexander Lemieux don't talk to me like that!" she'd said it so loudly the whole waiting room had turned its attention to her and I. I looked down at the floor hoping she wouldn't speak to me again. Then in one swift moment, she grabbed my arm.
"OW! MOM!" I yelled at her not realizing what I've just done. She flipped my arm over to reveal scratches I'd been hiding from her for months.
"Park what the hell is this!" She screamed so loud the receptionist held a phone in her hand ready to dial 911.
"Mom it's nothing you know I'm depressed, and I haven't been taking my medicine and..."
"YOU HAVEN'T BEEN TAKING YOUR MEDICINE!" she interrupted me.
"I just don't want this to keep going on anymore so I wanted to fake like I was better so I didn't have to come see Autumn anymore!" I exclaimed to her.
"Park I'm so over this shit I'm sending you that's it," she said blankly.
"Mom no, no, I can't go...you can't send me!" I begged her. Autumn stepped out into the waiting room.
"What seems to be the problem Ms. Lemieux?" she asked.
"We're sending him," she said as calmly as possible. Autumn began to tear up as she walked back to her office to make a phone call to Logansport State hospital.
Help me...
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To be continued...