Chapter 1
Molly sat down at her desk, she spent a few hours doing her homework then got out her diary and started to write.
She wrote about how she had been feeling since her mum and brother died, how she felt about school, and how she felt about her dad. Since the death of her mum and brother, he had started drinking again, and wasn't likely to stop. She poured her heart and soul into a few pages of her diary.
She got into bed leaving her diary open on the desk, no-one ever came into her room so she didn't have to worry. She shut off the lights and fell asleep. An hour later her father came upstairs, he was feeling lonely.
He walked into her dark room and she didn't stir even though he opened the door so hard that it smacked against the wall.
He looked around the room, his eyes fixed on her desk, specifically her diary. He walked over to it and picked it up. He read the most recent page, about how much her father's drinking angered her. He threw the diary to the floor, she stirred at this he walked around the bed and to the side she was sleeping on.
She opened her eyes a little only to see her father hanging over her. Then without warning his large hands wrapped around her tiny neck, tightening more and more, until she couldn't breath and was begging him to let go, kicking her legs in the air.
Her nails dug deep into his hands as she desperately tried to make him let go. She nearly passed out before he did. He got up off of the bed and walked out as if nothing had happened.
She lay awake for a few hours scared that if she fell asleep he would strangle her again. It wasn't the first time he had hurt her, it happened when he was very drunk and never remembered the next day.
He passed out in his chair after a few more cans of beer. She could hear him snoring from downstairs and decided it was safe for her to sleep. She managed to sleep undisturbed for the rest of the night, but an hour before her alarm went off, she woke up wheezing unable to breathe.
She had been having a night mare about the nights event. She stayed awake until her alarm went off then got up to get dressed.
She decided that she would wear a scarf for the day. She got a black Doctor Who shirt out of her drawer and pair of black skinny jeans. She put on some eye liner and mascara. Then she went downstairs to get her bag, shoes and coat.
She left the house without dad was still in his chair surrounded by crushed beer cans.
She arrived at school early so she could catch up on the work she missed when she was at the funeral.
Her friend Irene lended her maths and science books to Molly. She got the rest of the work from other people like Greg, Sally and John.
She would have got the work off of Sherlock but she wouldn't dare approach him out of fear she might mess up. He was the hottest guy in the year and some of her friends hung out with him while she was there, so technically she hung out with him too. Even so she was too shy to go up to him.
