Gone

Chapter 1

"I'm sorry!" I yell at my mom.

"Sorry doesn't help Amelia! You could've hurt her."

I run upstairs to my bathroom grabbing my razor and slamming the door behind me.

9 cuts for each of them.

Mom, brother, sister, Nash, Tyler, Alex, Tate, James, & Brandon.

3 for my family members, and 6 for my bullies.

As I lay my head against the wall, I realize everything that goes on in my life. My family hates me, my dad lives in Virginia with his fiancée and her 4 kids.

I grab my phone and call my dad.
[A-Amelia D-Dad]

D- Hey Amelia, how are you baby girl?

A- Daddy, I can't leave here anymore. I want you to have custody of me please.

D- Amelia, I've been meaning to tell you. I want you to pack all your stuff. I'm on my way to get you. Your mom doesn't know. But, her, JJ & Nick are leaving and I'm going to help you get everything into the car and your coming to live with me in Virginia.

A- Are you serious?

D- Amelia, I'm serious now go pack right now. I'm about to be there. Your mom just passed me up.

I hang up the phone and clean my self up then pack everything I have. After packing my dad arrives with some boy following in behind him.

"Daddy!" I scream and run to hug him. "I missed you."

He takes ahold of my arms and I wince in pain.

"Amel-" he stops once he realizes. "No, Amelia. Why didn't you stop?"

"I couldn't take it. I wanted to end the pain. Dad, you don't know what it's like living with her." I cry as he lets go of me.

"Oh Amelia, this is my, your stepbrother Dylan. One of them at least."

"Hi, I'm Amelia." I say smiling and shaking his hand.

"Nice to meet you."

----- Skipping to the house in VA -----

We finally drive up into the driveway of my dad's house and park.

"Just leave your stuff, grab your suitcase and come in. We'll get the rest later before dark." Says my dad getting out of the car. I follow after him as he walks up to the door.

"Andrews home!" Yells a male voice.

"Andrew!" I year multiple voices yell, as many as I guess 4. Oh and I was right. A lady my fathers age, and then the others around my age.

"Hey guys! Dylan & I are back."

I stand there awkwardly as the Bieber kid stares at me.

"Who's she?"

"Ryan don't be rude!" She says looking at me. "I'm Kristen Espinosa, Andrews stepdaughter."

"I-I'm Amelia Rosetta Gracelynn Williams. Andrews daughter." I say with a small smile.

"Matt, why don't you take Amelia up to her room." Says I'm guessing his mom.

"Sure." He says with a bit of anger.

I follow him up to a room right next to someone else's, I'm guessing it was his or his brothers.

"This is your room. Mine is right next to yours so."

"Th-thanks." I say setting my suitcase down.

"Whatever." He leaves my room and I quickly fall down with a thud.