No Love

Chapter 1

Have you ever layed out on the ground and watch the clouds go by?

If you have, your pretty lucky.

I am stuck is this place 24/7. Yea, I have windows, but its not the same. I have never felt rain or caught snowflakes in my mouth.

I dream about what it is like to play with other little boys and girls. Or what it's like to learn.

"Caarlly", a drunken voice slured. "Where are you?"

Thats my name Carly Jane. I am 9 years old. I live with my father. My mother left me with a monster.

She always told me to run. Thats what she did when she got the chance. I always ask myself, "Why didn't she take me with her."

My day dream was cut short when my long, black hair was pulled.

"You've been a very bad girl.",my father said. the smell of alcohol fell from his mouth.

He then dropped me on the hard wood floor. I hit my head hard. Next, he kicked me in the stomach. I passed out after that.

When I woke up there was a puddle of blood next to me. It scared me. Was I going to die? I was to young. I didn't hear my father so I went to my bedroom.

I had pink walls with white trim. I only had one window. I was on the third floor, but I could still see the children is my neighborhood playing.

Under my pillow, I had a picture of my mother and I. My fahter didn't want me to have the picture, but it was the only thing that cheered me up.

All of a sudden my door flew open. "What is that?",my father slured. He had a half full whiskey bottle in his left hand. He started walking towards me. I backed up as far as I could get. He came up to me and slapped my hand, making them red. Then he opened my window and threw the picture out.

"No!", I yelled. He turned around and gave me the death stare. "No...No! Don't tell me no, she left us!" Then he took a swig of his whiskey and then slapped me. My hand flew up to hold my rose red cheek. I began crying.

"Oh, shut up you baby.",he said. Then he walked out and slamed the door. It made me jump. Through the door i could hear him yelling, saying how worthless I was.

I surely felt worthless. I don't feel loved. I had cried myself to sleep. I was woken from my fathers voice.

"Carly, wake up!", he came into my room."Sweetie, I'm going to work.", he said. He had to of been sober. My father had to of just got the job, because he never leaves. And he has never called me sweetie so he had to be sober.

Once he left I feel asleep. I dreamed about my mother, She held me tight and told me everything was going to be okay.