Torn

The monster

Chapter 1

Loreleigh's P.O.V

Before I could even register anything I felt a fist collide with my face, the force sending me toppling to the floor.

"GET UP YOUU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT! YOUR BROTHERS COMING BACK AND THE HOUSE IS A MESS! CLEAN IT UP!" My mothers highly pitched voice screeched in my ear leaving a ringing noise.

She roughly grabbed my wrist, surely leaving another bruise in its presence, and threw me in the direction of the vacuum.
"Now, your brother arrives in an oh and I want this house to be spotless! Once you have finished you will stay in your room until I call you down, got it?" She spat harshly. When I didn't answer, she slapped me across the face, probably leaving a bright red mark and a tingling, shooting pain, straight after. "I said, got it?" She whispered deadly quiet trying to intimidate me. And I must admit, she was doing a pretty good job I just nodded my head and she walked away leaving me to complete my chores.

I'm guessing your wondering who I am. I'm Loreleigh Jones. Sister to Danny Jones, member of Mcfly. I'm 17, so I'm legally an adult but not allowed to leave the house until I'm 18. How I can't wait for the day. My dad? He left us when I was born. Apparently he didn't want another child so he left me here with this monster. Bit of a dick if you ask me. When my dad left, my mom turned violent. But she never hit Danny or me when he was around. But it was a completely different story when he wasn't. It started when I was 11. Since then I've been highly depressed and abused. I have even resulted into trying to commit suicide a couple of times, but it clearly failed. Danny found me every time. He couldn't look me in the eye for two months and that broke my heart, but he doesn't know anything. And honestly, id like to keep it that way. I have light purple hair. Almost lilac and black eyes. But nothing like moms monsters eyes. I'm pretty pale and extremely skinny, at least that what everyone else says but I don't believe there bullshit. On top of all of the abuse at home, I get emotionally abused at school. Continuously called names, "slag!" "Whore!" "Fat!" "Ugly!" I can't escape. But I would never tell Danny anything. He has a band and he's living his dream. At least one of us can.

After half an hour of cleaning, I finally finished and rushed upstairs to get out of the way. I grabbed my phone off of the dressing table where I had recently placed it to charge and got into bed fully dressed. Like normal, I clicked on twitter and what a surprise. My mentions were full of hate so I just closed my eyes and let my tears flow freely. After a whole I slowly fell asleep drowning in my own sorrow. --------------------------------------wow! That took ages to write! So this is my first book and on sorry if it's crap! 😩

- Sophie-x