The Beginning...
If only life was as easy as all the fairytales made it out to be. Life had never been so difficult, until now. Everything in my life, took a sudden turn for the worst. I used to be a bubbly, 15 year old. Then my mum died and my world fell apart. Father for one, had never been the same either. My mum was the life and soul of everything we did and we both loved her with all our hearts. Then she got an incurable disease and we lost her. Five months after she'd been released from hospital, she was gone. Out of our lives forever. All the time I felt like she was watching me, trying to keep me safe. I knew I just despretely wanted her back with us. My father had turned to alcohol for help, everytime he wandered in through the old oak door... He was drunk. No matter what the time of day, he simply gave up caring. We often fought about it and we both ended up incredibly upset. Then he found somebody else, she changed him. More for the better, than for the worse. She was different, she cared for me like my own mother did. However, that was short lived. Now, she'd often beat me, kick me around. I was more like a slave for her than anything. My dad never knew any of it was happening because she'd often keep me off school. Just so any of my uncovered wounds could be healed. Nobody at school could tell how much pain I was really feeling. I managed to cover it up well. I wasn't sure how much longer I could hide the truth from everyone but I would. I had too.
That morning, I rose to the sun beaming in through my large bay window. I squinted my eyes slightly, trying to adjust my vision to the light. I yawned to myself quietly, then swung my legs off my bed. Standing up slowly, I dragged myself over to my wardrobe, flicking through endless amounts of clothes. I chose a long sleeved, skin tight, red top and a pair of dark grey skinny's. The mirror showed me a reflection I wasn't expecting to see. I looked pretty much a mess, at times I didn't care about the way I looked. It was first day back at school, I had to make a good impression. In my school, there were average standards for your appearance but I still tried to look my best in any case. I picked out my bright red converse, and put on a pair of white socks. Applying little make-up, I turned the hair straightners on, wanting to get rid of any kinks in my long, chocolately brown hair. I had to admit, I took a last glance in the mirror and quite liked what I saw. A slight tapping rung out on my bedroom door.
"Morning, Lo. Ready to go to school yet?" It was father, for a change. He was usually at work, he often got odd days off though.
"Morning Dad! Yeah, coming out now." I replied cheerfully. Bouncing out my room, I saw my dad stood there, looking slightly weary. "You ok? Looking a little tired this morning." I told him, not harshly. Just truthfully.
"Yes I'm fine. I didn't get too sleep till late last night, had some more work too do." He smiled at me, I returned the sweet little gesture. "Best get you too school then." He said to me, then I nodded. Grabbing my bag from the bottom of the stairs, I decided not to say bye to Denise. She didn't deserve my time. Denise is my step mum, I call her by her first name. Only in my mind though. If I didn't called her 'mum' in person, she'd beat me. Just like always. My life to her, was pretty much pointless. My existance to her, was invisible. She'd only talk to me if she wanted something doing. I hated being pushed around but there was nothing else I could do. Everytime I tried to get my dad to listen to me, I got told I was just being silly. I tried to tell him just after she'd beaten me, so I could show him the evidence. I was usually locked in my room though, straight after. I had only keys to get into the house, not one for my bedroom door. There was countless times I'd thought about leaving home. Running away from everything. It never worked well though, I couldn't bring myself to do it. I arrived at school, waving goodbye to my father. I took my time making my way to the others. I was quite popular at school, I worked well with people.
"Goodmorning Gorgeous!" Callum shouted over from the other side of the group. In all honesty, he was a an ass hole. Most times, he irritated the life out of me.
"Goodbye fish face." I replied, rudely. Giggles started off in the group and Callum started turning red. Bright red. He always tried to be better than everyone else and failed miserably.
"Hey Lola!" It was Rachel, my best friend. We knew each other extremely well, we'd been friends since we were in nappies. Our families were close so it just made sense that we were.
"Rachel! How've you been?" I asked, going over to give her a hug. She welcomed me into the hug.
"I've been great. What about you? Haven't been out recently." She seemed concerned. I figured she had a reason to be. We used to see each other all the time when my mum was around, my real mum. Then Denise came along and I wasn't really allowd out anymore. Still, I had a long list of excuses ready for when I got asked why I wasn't out.
"I've been pretty good thanks. Oh, sorry about about that, been busy helping dad to decorate." I tried to be as convincing as possible. I kne deep down she never really believed me but she went along with it anyway. Sometimes, I nearly let the real reason slip but quickly changed my mind.
"Oh ok. Well, you want to come out after school? To the park with us?" She asked kindly. I wanted to go, really wanted to. I wasn't sure it would be a good idea though. It was my dad's day off, so she wouldn't have any chance to beat me. I was safe to go out tonight, I decided. After debating with myself mentally for a while.
"Yeah sure, we're in maths class together last anyway. So I'll see you then?" I grinned, thinking how great it would be to finally go out again.
"Of course, bye Lo." She started to walk away from me. A few of the others following her footsteps. One of my friend's, Louis, came beside me then. Putting his arm around my shoulders. I didn't mind. He was someone I was also close with, he was a joker.
"Goodmorning lovely, first class with me. Bet you can't wait." He winked at me cheekily. I nudged him lightly, he pretended to be hurt.
"You're looking quite handsome yourself." I was flirting with him, jokingly. It tended to annoy the other boys around us. After a while they ended up walking off, sick of our continuous flirting. A few snarky comments were made, 'get a room' was the most popular. Louis and I were on our way to Biology, he took his arm from around my shoulder. "Thank god, they've finally gone." I exclaimed, feeling more relaxed.
"You were enjoying our moments there really." Once again, he winked at me. I just giggled at him, smiling. "You wanna know something?" He asked, lowering his tone a little.
"Yeah, go on then. What's up?" I felt worried, he could've been about too tell me anything.
"Well... Callum likes you." He said, biting his bottom lip.
"What do you mean likes me?" I was urging a reply from him. I should've been able to guess the outcome.
"Oh come on Lola, it's a bit obvious. He's pretty much in love with you, he just doesn't like to show it. Well, not properly anyway. He's only an ass at times because he's around others. I bet that if you and him had a chat alone, he'd be completely different." Louis sounded like he was making sense. Maybe Callum would be different. It still wouldn't change my perspective on him. No matter what he said.
"It's just, I don't like him at all. Maybe that sounded a little harsh but I just don't." I turned my head towards the floor. I felt a bit iffy and I started going into a world of my own. Just thinking of different things. Most of the stuff I thought of meant very little too me. We arrived at biology class, early for a change. We were usually just arriving after the bell had rung.
"You two are early this morning." Miss Karlson spoke, still scribbling things on the board.
"Yeah, we're awake as well. Now there's something scary for you on a morning." Louis joked, Miss had a little giggle at the front. She was young, early twenties. Everybody loved Louis, he was too lovely not to like.
"Hmm, well you two do tend to wonder in looking like zombies most mornings. Nice to see you's so alive." Miss replied, going along with the joking. We could have a laugh with Miss Karlson because she could take a joke. Other teacher's might not of joked on with us as much. The bell sounded and our conversation stopped dead. Louis moved seats and we sat waiting for everybody else to arrive. A crumpled up piece of paper landed on my desk. I unravled it. The note read; 'meet me at break, at the lockers. Need to talk with you. Louis x.' I folded it back over and gave Louis a nod. He smiled and mouthed 'thank you'. I didn't quite understand why but it seemed important.
Biology went by quite quickly and I headed to my locker. Just needed to get a few books and folders out. Mel, the school bitch came strutting past. I'd just gotten everything I need out, papers and folders. Then she whacked into me, making me drop everything.
"Stupd bitch." I exclaimed under my breathe. I spun round too see her standing right in my face.
"Don't you ever say that about me again." She spoke angrily. She was nothing special, she just tried to act better than everybody else. I knew better, she was jealous because I was friend's with Louis. Louis and I went out one time and she was broken. So she's pretty much hated me ever since.
"Or what are you going to do? Kill me? Somehow, I doubt it. Louis wouldn't like you very much if you did. Trust me." I sneered back at her. Her bony fingers wrapped around my kneck, forcing me up against the lockers.
"Don't you dare do that ever again... Or trust me... I will kill you. You've been warned." She whispered in my ear, threatning me. She finally let go of me, I was gasping for air. Spluttering and choking. She smiled smugly, then wandered off with her sheep following behind her. I bent my head downwards, holding onto my stomach.
"Hey, are you alright?" An unfamilar voice asked. Somebodies hand was on my shoulder, I peered upwards. I was left speechless by what I saw. A boy, possibly 5'10' with deep brown, curly hair and beautiful turquoisy coloured eyes was looking at me. He seemed more concerned than anything, I didn't even know him. I wanted too know him though.
