BZZZZ BZZZZ. I sigh and roll out of bed hitting my alarm clock.I hate mondays, I mean who doesn't. It's worse when your dad is out all night drinking and comes back angry. Last night was the worst it has been in a long time. I can feel the lump on my head from where dad smashed a glass over my temple.
"JAKE! GET YOUR GOOD FOR NOTHING LAZY ARSE DOWN HERE!" I knew it wouldn't be long until he shouted me. I crept down the stairs, careful not to make a noise.
As I reached the bottom stair i heard a creak behind me and felt a sharp push on my back. I tumbled down cutting my arm open on a shard of glass that was on the floor.
"Get to school" my dad said
I ran out the house, one thought in my mind - why me?
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Why me?
Teen FictionJake and Charlotte both seemed like your average 13 year olds on the outside. On the inside all they feel is hell. Jake gets abused by his dad and Charlotte deals with mental health issues. They meet at a self help group and everything seemed to be...
