One more day (Slow updates)

Chapter 1

"SKYE!" My dad yelled, I looked at the broken clock on my wall, 4:35am,

"SKYE GET UP NOW OR I'LL PUNCH YA!" My dad slurred, I could tell he'd been drinking, no surprise there then,

I climbed out of bed and headed down the stairs, most other 18 year olds would still be in bed, an actual bed, not a wooden board with a towel as a duvet.

"Morning dad" I smile, I've learnt politeness can help me get away easier with my morning beatings,

"It's moving day" my dad snapped,

I looked out the window, a taxi was sat outside in the pitch black,

"Sorry Dad I forgot, just let me go get my stuff" I said, earning a glare from my dad

"YOU SHOULD HAVE EVERYTHING READY YOU BITCH" my dad yelled punching my face sending me sprawling to the floor, most people would find my life a living hell, but I've learnt if I'm ungrateful for a beating I get injured more.

"Thank you" I whispered, clutching my nose, I felt the blood puddling in my hand,

"Go" my dad ordered, "I'll be in the taxi".

I dashed up the stairs and picked up my 'bed', I grabbed the towel then had a thought, if I 'forget' my 'bed' then there's a slight chance I may get a proper bed, I mean it's a long shot, but it's worth a try.

"SKYE!" I heard my dad's voice echo throughout the house,

"Coming!" I try and sound happy, it's 4:30 in the morning I'm not exactly in a good mood.

I pulled my battered school rucksack out from behind my broken chair, I emptied the contents of old school books onto my floor,

"Won't need those" I mutter to myself,

Different shapes and colours of books flutter onto the floor, but something catches my eye, a photograph of me with my best friend Archie, we used to be the closest of friends, until I told him about my dad, and how he's a drunk who hurts me.

I thought I could trust Archie, but I was wrong, he told the whole of my class and I got bullied because of that, Archie turned against me and started hanging out with the popular kids, abandoning me.

I never stopped calling Archie my best friend, as I never had another friend. He was the only person I ever felt happy with and I'm now leaving him, not that he'd care, no one would, Archie's obviously moved on, but I haven't, I'm still petrified of life and need Archie to help me through it all.

"SKYE ILL LEAVE YA!" My dad screams, snapping me out my train of thought.

I stuff the photo back into my rucksack, and put my clock, secret supply of make up, clothes and teddy my mum gave me when I was born, into the rucksack before darting out the door, taking one last look at my room before leaving.

"Goodbye" I whispered as I left the house, "I'll miss you"

Time to start a new life in London.

"Ya took ya time" my dad glared, I smiled at him,

"Sorry dad" I knew he wouldn't beat me in front of the taxi driver.

I looked out the window the whole journey, ignoring my Dads sudden outbursts of anger, his hangover is obviously treating him well.

"24 oak street" the cab driver said, pulling up to a house with a 'sold' sign in the front garden.

This house was amazing! It had three w floors, and I could see a little gate at the side of the house leading into a garden.

I new our furniture was already in the house so I grabbed my rucksack and headed into the garden while my dad paid the driver.

The garden was small but pretty, it had flowers along each side of the grass, with a bird bath centred in the garden.

I pulled out my sketch pad and pencil which I already new was in my rucksack and started to draw the flowers in the garden.

After an hour or so I decided to go back in as I was getting cold,

There was no sign of my dad but there was a note on the fridge;

'Skye~

I've gone to da pub, go do something, don't care what, I'll give ya a beatin if your not back before me though, there's a surprise upstairs for ya so don't ever be ungrateful again

-James'

My dad never signed a note with 'Dad' it was always his name, sometimes I wonder if he even realises we're related.

I looked out the window and could see the pub, and there was my dad taking to some other drunk- looking people, he already looked hammered.

"At least he's going to make friends" I muttered sarcastically.

I explored upstairs and went over to what's my room, I wonder what the surprise is? Probably a new pair of socks, I need some to be honest.

Opening the door I couldn't believe what I saw, a proper bed!

I felt tears in my eyes, this was generally the nicest thing he's ever done for me.

Laying on the bed is some school uniform,

Another note is pinned to the jumper,

"You start tomorrow" I read, I suddenly get excited, all my dad's old furniture is in my room, I have a proper shelving unit and a proper dresser.

I go into my dad's room and see it's really fancy and makes my room look terrible, but I don't care, for one night my back won't be in pain.