That Twelve Year Old

That Twelve Year Old - Chapter Two

CHAPTER TWO. 28th AUGUAST 2009. 5.57PM STRATFORD

Aunt stared at me, as I closed the door. She stared at me as I put my coat and bag, quietly on my bed. (which was a mattress, placed on the floor. My house was literally just two rooms. One tiny square for the bathroom and another small square for all the other rooms. Aunt slept and stayed most of her time at her boyfriend’s. I do not like him)

Aunt continued to stare at me, as I sat down on my bed, opposite her.

And then Aunt spoke.

“Why were you so late, you slut!” She snarled, her eyes narrowing.

“I walked here Aunt” I replied, nonchalantly.

Aunt chuckled. “So you already spent your money on some pathetic little boy? Who did you open your legs for this time?” She said, carrying on with her ‘I’m a slut’ story.

I just stared at her and shrugged. Might as well go along with her story.

 “DON’T YOU F*CKING SHRUG AT ME YOU DEVIL!” and with that she slapped me. I didn’t move my head as she did, but I could feel my check stinging.

That is totally going to bruise.

Then Aunt laughed.

I furrowed my eyebrows, about to ask why she was laughing, when she answered

“For some reason... you’re not scared of me anymore. I mean, I used to love playing with you and see your reactions when you were a little girl. You’’ she snarled ‘you’ as if the world itself contained venom. Aunt continued ‘’were the reason my sister died! You’re a f*cking murdering wh*re! And now, you have the f*ucking nerve, to act normal?!”

I said nothing. This conversation was getting nowhere.

    My mother had a one-night stand with some guy. She died giving birth to me. It was at Aunt’s birthday. Mother knew she was pregnant, but didn’t want believe it so just said she was gaining weight. She knew was supposed to deliver but ignored it. She ‘pushed’ me out in the bathroom, and died. Aunt was livid. She screamed and thrashed. That’s how I got my first scar, when Aunt kicked me in the back of my neck when she found out Mother died because of me. Well, that’s what Aunt said. And she never lied to me, so why start? She always told me how much of a pain I was and that I didn’t deserve to live.

    Before, I would cry myself to sleep and cut myself.  I stopped when I turned six, as I realized Aunt wasn’t worth it. That’s when the punishments grew harsher, as she realized I simply didn’t care anymore. Now six years later, on my twelfth birthday, she stopped too.

Why? I was about to find out.

“Now the thing is, John and I decided to live together, but now I remembered that you were still alive.”

John was her boyfriend. I remembered the things he did when I was little. He makes me sick, and I was happy I never saw him again when I turned eleven.

I nodded, making Aunt continue. As if she needs a signal.

“So, John is coming here tonight, and I want you gone”

“Wait, wha-“

“DON’T INTERRUPT ME B*TCH!” Aunt shouted, spit flying everywhere.

“Pack your bags. I brought your ticket. See, why can’t you be like me? I’m so kind, and you’re just Satan’s child!”

Aunt laughed aloud at her joke. A rubbish joke.

Her laughs creep me out.

She carried on talking, and I blocked her out.

Jamie’s birthday is coming up... maybe I should go get him a teapot or something...

Ha-ha.... teapot....

I’m a little teapot.... short and stout!

Ha-ha.... totally buying a teapot....

Should it be orange or r-

“...and then you would meet your new family in Oxford and leave John and I in peace. We’re getting married, you know. And he never cheats on me...I mean, sure I have, but...’’

“Wait, Oxford?!” I interrupted. Dammit, should’ve listened.

“Yes! Gosh! Now get packed, you got three minutes, you c*nt. And John is driving you there. Don't f*cking waste your time either. I want him tonight”

Eew... too much information...

Aww, dammit.... John’s picking me up...

“John?” I repeated, trying to see if I could change her mind. I faked a smile when I said his name.

“O-M-G! HOW DARE YOU SAY HIS NAME LIKE THAT!”

Yay! It worked!

“You know what? I changed my mind, go get a taxi, you pr*ck!” And kicked my shoulder as she got up.

        I nodded, faking slight misery, and went to my wardrobe. It was a small box in the corner of the room. I liked that corner. There wasn’t any cockroaches and other crap.

        Nice corner... Going to miss you...

               Aunt left for the bathroom, and I quickly go my phone out.

It was a crappy ten pound one, which took me two years to save up for.

         I texted Jamie and Fzai, telling them I was going to America, along with my Skype, I made not so long ago.

                A tear went down my cheek. I’m going to miss them.

        Then I packed my bag, and placed my phone right down into the bottom.

I was still in my uniform. They were clean, so I didn’t bother. I DID pull out the tie though.

     Thank the lord...

And then Aunt came back.

But this time, with a ticket in her hand.