"I walk a lonely road,
The only one that I have ever known,
Don't know where it goes,
But Its home to me and I walk alone"
Erin sat by her window listening to the song that described her life almost perfectly. She stared up at the shining stars. That was how she felt most of the time. Alone. She was abused, beaten and held prisoner by her alcoholic parents.
She just wished it would all come to an end. She didn't care how. All she wanted was somewhere she felt safe and wanted but she knew this defiantly wasn't the place. Her sister Chloe had been so lucky. Erin couldn't really remember her but apparently her parents had put Chloe in care when Erin was 2 as they didn't think they could cope with two children. That was when they turned to the drink.
Erin was 13 now and although she appeared very moody, secretive and generally quite withdrawn from everyone else, in reality she was just scared. Scared of her parents. Of what they would do to her if she told anyone.
That was the night Erin finally stood up for herself. As per usual Erin's mum and dad stumbled in from the pub at about 1 in the morning. They drunkenly clambered up the stairs into their daughter's bedroom. Erin was again too scared to sleep and was sat in her bed surrounded by a mass of duvet. "Hello Darlingg!" her mum's voice rang out. Erin cowered further into her duvet.
The familiar tall figure appeared in the doorway. "Hello Erin." She heard her father's voice say, full of hatred. In his hands he held a large baseball bat. Slowly, he walked up to her and began swinging the bat at her. At first very limply, not enough to cause any serious injury but then he struck again. Harder. And again. So many times until Erin snapped.
She stood up and wiped her bloody nose. Forcefully, she pushed her dad and seeing as he was so drunk he stumbled and fell against the wall. Her mother slumped in the other corner of the room just hooted with laughter at the sight of her husband. Erin picked up the bat and hit her dad as hard as she could until she knocked him unconscious. She stumbled down the stairs terrified at what she had just done. Panicking, she phoned her grandma and told her everything. The last thing she remembered was watching her nan rush through the door as she fainted into her arms.