Hey guys. I'm going through a really hard time right now, so Second Generation may not be up for awhile. I'm sorry- I just don't have the time to think of characters and plots. It's more difficult than I thought. I can't think straight, so bear with me with this new story. It won't be that long- maybe around ten chapters. I dunno. But I'll try to update, and hope that you all can stick with me. Thank you all for the continued support. It makes me feel a lot better. :)
He said I couldn't be with him. He said he didn't want him at our house anymore. He told me to break up with him.
-1 Day Earlier-
"Joy! I am your father, and you must listen to what I say!" He yelled, banging his fist onto the table. I cringed, stepping back.
"But dad- I love him-"
"I DON'T WANT YOU DATING THAT ROTTEN BOY! YOU WILL MARRY WHO I PLEASE!" He screamed, picking up a wooden chair and throwing it against the wall so hard that it shattered. He shoved the table over, and broke every single china plate and bowl.
"Dad, stop! Please!" I begged. He clenched his fists and punched me square in the chest. I gasped for air, collapsing to the ground. I heard the front door slam open, and there was Jerome. My boyfriend.
My dad's anger turned into violence. He grasped a fistful of Jerome's shirt, and shoved him into the wall. They were face-to-face, Jerome not daring to say a word.
"You back off my daughter, young man." He growled, dropping him onto the floor and dragging him outside into the pouring rain. I ran up to my room, tears streaming down my face. I lifted up my shirt and saw an ugly bruise. He had abused me many times before, and my cuts and bruises looked absolutely horrifying.
My name is Joy Mercer. I hate my father, and my mother died when I was seven. I met Jerome Clarke six months ago and we fell in love. Soon my dad found out and he instantly despised him.
It was 1:00AM. I woke up, remembering the events of yesterday. Suddenly a rock hit my window, and I opened it, confused. I climbed out onto the balcony, and there he was.
"Jerome! What are you doing here?" I asked. He put a finger on my lips to silence me.
"I'm leaving. Do you want to come with me?" My eyes widened.
"What do you mean? I can't leave! If my dad finds us-"
"I know, I know. But life's all about taking risks, right?" He said as we locked eyes. I nodded.
"I want to come with you." I remarked. He pressed his lips on my cheek and caressed my face soothingly.
"Can you pack quickly? I'll wait for you." He asked. I nodded again and climbed back into my room, pulling out my duffel. I watched him as he climbed down the oak tree while I shoved my small amount of clothes, my phone, Bunsy-Buns, £600, and my Credit Card into the bag. I gently placed the picture of my mother in the front pocket and zipped it up.
"Goodbye father. I won't miss you." I whispered, shutting the window behind me for the last time.