The Boy Next Door (On Hold)

Prologue

"I swear to god if your mom wasn't coming home today, you would be dead"

"How many fucking plates do you have to break before you get the message?"

"Are you going to answer me bitch? Or are you just going to stand there crying" then he slapped me across the face, making me tumble to the ground.

"You were an accident, you hear me? Your mom only kept you because she thought you would be her only chance at pregnancy" and there goes a kick on my right side.

"I'm sorry daddy" I didn't know what else to say. After so much abuse I still couldn't believe my dad was the one abusing me.

After my dad sobered up a bit I managed to escape to my bedroom. There I observed my now throbbing side and my cheek that was still slightly pinkish. I was so happy my mom informed me we were moving last week. She usually goes out for business trips and doesn't return until a few weeks or months. When she leaves I'm forced to stay with my dad. My parents are divorced due to my dad having an alcohol problem, my mom thought he had stayed clean, but obviously she was wrong.

I locked my bedroom door and texted my mom asking when she would be here. I wanted to leave and escape this hellhole. I sat in my bed letting the tears fall as I thought of my dad and how he used to be, before I was ten. That's the year everything changed, I don't even know why. Honestly, it happened out of the blue, one night he just came home so drunk he didn't know who I was. My mom always told me that if I'm a good girl nothing would happen, so when exactly did I stop being a good girl?

I heard two loud bangs on my door and knew immediately that my dad was coming back for seconds.

"Natasha honey, I'm sorry, how about you open up the door" it was a trap, it always was, he was never sorry, he never regrets it, if anything he would regret how softly he did it sometimes. I knew I had to get out now before he knocked down the door, he has done it before so why not again? I grabbed my phone and car keys. Carefully, I opened the window and climbed through it. Running to my car, I changed it to drive and quickly backed out of the drive way. He always takes my keys away when I come and I always take them back by the second week. How he doesn't notice is beyond me.

I called my mom, once I was 1 or 2 miles away from my father's house.

Mom-hey honey

Me- Mom where are you?

Mom- there is a bit of a situation.

Me- what?

Mom- I'm not coming back for another 5 months or so.

Me- WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE NOT COMING BACK.

Mom- We already have a house in Miami, Florida so I just need you to drive there, but instead of going to the new house you have to stay at my friend's house.

Me- you have gone crazy. Why would you leave me in a strangers house

Mom- she's not a stranger. I've known her for about 20 years, I sent her address as a text. And you better go and behave. I'll be by next week to be with you for 2 days and then I'll be gone.

I- I can't believe you. I seriously can't, you have gone mental.

Mom- love you honey bye.

I hung up the phone. I can't believe my mom, she has gone crazy. What parents tell their kid to drive for hours to another state in order for them to live for 5 months in a strangers house. Honestly, I'm only going because

A. I haven't graduated.

B. I have no money to live on my own

C. I rather a stranger's home over my fathers, any day.

I'm only hoping that the stranger isn't really a stranger and is her friend Lucy. I've met Lucy a few times and she's really nice. I wish my mom would have given me a name or something to look forward to but nope.

Nothing good can come out of me moving there.

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*authors note*

Hi, this is a new story. I hope you enjoy it, please let me know how it is. I like honest reviews and I will try uploading on a weekly basis.