Grandmia's Perfect Russian Princess

Chapter 6: Breathless wonderment

Annae/Hannah

I move my head to the side and hit something warm and soft, I immediately get closer to hit and it moans. AHHHHHHHH! WTH! I shoot up and glare at the sleeping Kellan, why was he in my room? Wait, I look around and see it's actually his room.

I groan and clutch my head, what happened last night. The memories assault me and I feel tears start to fall from my eyes, dad came back, we had a fight, he didn't actually want to leave me, mum hit me and I blacked out!

I swear loud and wipe the tears from my eyes, a sense of shame started to creep through me and I whack my head on the wall. Idiot, stop crying! I shout at myself, I look down at Kellan and get the urge to punch him in the face. Instead I slowly move off the bed and run into his bathroom.

How did I get here? I sit on the cool bathroom floor and put my head on my knees, letting the tears fall freely. I sob loudly and then when the tears fall no longer, I get up and stare at my reflection in his mirror. I run my fingers through my hair and wash my face; I look down at my wrinkled clothes and moan. I needed to go get some more, I open the bathroom door and look out at Kellan, still asleep on the bed. I sigh and make my way to his balcony, I didn't want to go back to my house, but I really needed to go get some clothes.

I silently open the sliding doors and make my way to the metal railing, putting one leg over and holding on tightly. A hand grabs hold of my wrist and jerks me back over the railing. So much for James Bond style, I look up into the tired and very angry eyes of Kellan.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He hisses at me.

I break out of his hold and glare at him. "I need to change clothes," I snarl back at him.

"You are not going back into that house, she'll beat you again."

"I have been dealing with that my whole life, I dealt with it and now I'm going to go back in there and deal with it again. I don't need you or anyone else to dictate what I do with my life!" I kick his leg and climb back over the railing.

Stupid idiot, I think to myself. I should have never given him my damned diary; maybe he wouldn't be so protective all of a sudden. But then I think of my life, I could have protected myself and told someone. I could have told Grandmia, but she would have never believed me, mum was her little angel she could do no wrong in her eyes. I was an object to them, something that they shouldn't need to deal with. I was nothing to them and it hurt worse than anything I could have ever suffered from my mum. It was worse than the physical beatings, at least those scars would heal, the ones they gave me mentally would never leave.

I jump to my balcony and enter my room, it was wrecked and completely trashed. She had torn up all my pictures and cut all my clothes into little pieces. I roll my eyes and grab the suitcase under my bed, containing most of my clothes and all my valuable things. I knew she would try this one day and made myself ready. I take out a pair of jeans and a blue button up shirt, put them on and look around my room once more, before shoving the suitcase back under the bed and start cleaning the mess she made. At least it was summer, only a few months until I turn sixteen and then I can move out and leave forever. Maybe move to America or maybe even Russia, no I couldn't move to Russia that would be the first country they would look at. Germany maybe, they hated Germany and I could go live with dad. If he was telling me the truth yesterday of course, maybe he was lying and just wanted to get me on his side again.

Now I had to think of where to go, Charley and Eva were in Germany and Kelsey didn't have room in her house. Having two brothers sucked for her, Kenna and Belle they didn't have room either. Always too many siblings, that only left *gulp* Kellan. I grab the suitcase again and try to salvage as much as I could from the mess that was my room, I held a piece of glass-a picture frame that used to have a photo of me, mum and dad when she came out of hospital-it slipped a little and cut my palm.