Hi, this is my first story. It's about Kate leaving her family to get on with her life on her 14th birthday. I don't own any characters. Please comment etc. Thankyou
Kate went to bed early that night. Tonight would be the last night at home. She was sick of it. She was sick of Alex abusing her and her sisters, and sick of her mother always siding with him. And she was especially sick of the frequent trips to the emergancy room. As far as they were concerned she was an extremely clumsy kid who had been burnt, had swallowed tablets and poison numerous times, constantly cutting herself on knives and falling over. She looked down at the bandages around her arm. Another injury sustained from Alex on her 14th birthday. Happy birthday to me. Happy Birthday to me. She sung it under her breath. What a terrible 14th Birthday. She knew her mother wouldn't exactly celebrate but a happy birthday would have been nice all the same. No recognition whatsoever.
Her mother was fast asleep now, the bruises still evident on her face, scars of the battle with her boyfriend mere hours ago. Even as much as Kate hated her mother she felt sad leaving her in this mess. True, Alex beat Kate more than her mother, but he would still abuse her mother for any reason his stupid head could think of when he came home from the pub in one of his frequent drunken rages.
Kate sighed. After an hour of lying down on her "bed" (a sleeping bag to small and cold for her in the corner of a room) she gave up on sleep completely and checked her bag again. Her clothes, diary, photographs and life savings were sitting in the bag, and so was her food and her mobile (with a new SIM card so no more threatening messages from her almost-stepfather.)
Kate got up and looked at the clock on her wall. 11:45pm. Almost time to go. She opened her bedroom door quietly and tip-toed down the hall to Jodi's room. She was fast asleep, her wavy blonde hair flowing on her pillow. She placed the letter on her sister's dressing table. "Goodbye Jodi." Kate whispered. Then she continued down the hallway to Madii's room. Her six year old sister didn't move stir at all when Kate kissed her on the forehead and said goodbye. She then grabbed her bag and walked downstairs.
Just as her hand was on the front door someone spoke. She turned to see Jodi, in jeans and a hoodie, holding a bag and a letter. "So, my big brave sister Katie who I'm meant to look up to and respect when times get tough is packing up and leaving me? Kate. If you're leaving us, Madii and I are coming too. Don't even try to argue. Madii's already awake and packing her bag as we speak. As for me I've been packed for days. Can't wait to leave. I have all my money from my bank account and all my birthday money as well plus some Pocket Money from dear old daddy. I'm set." Kate was speechless. Sure, she'd called in a few favours from a friend of a friend and got herself a small one bedroom apartment and she had a job lined up as well. But could she really look after two kids. Earth to Kate, you've been looking after them your whole life. Go for it. Keep them safe. "Okay, Let's go," she said as her sister Madii came down the stairs.