Chapter One
Meet Joey
Two years, two years since my mother died. My life has become.. bitter.
I miss my mother more and more everyday and worst of all, my father has been effected the most. His temper has gotten worse, the slightest thing makes him mad.
Now, to add on to everything my older sister moved out. Lovely. Bianca couldn't take it anymore until one day she just packed her bags and left. Over the summer she got a job and saved her money so she could move out of this 'wonderful' place.
She's so lucky, she's eighteen and free to do what she wants. She is free to get away from our father.
God would I do anything to get away from him. I hate it here it's dreadful. I live a horrible existence. It was not like this two years ago. My father, Bianca, my mother and I were happy.
After my mother's death my father lost control easily and started hitting Bianca and I. Bianca started lashing out, she would drink and do drugs. She would go out with a few different guys every week. I suppose she thought it might show our father that him hitting us doesn't change the fact that my mother is dead.
That word, dead, it's a horrible word. Especially when describing a beloved family member.
Bianca moved out almost a month ago and my father didn't seem to care. He was angry at first and he, of course, took it out upon me. I remember that moment as if it just happened.
Mr. DeSousa: Josephine Bianca dinner is ready!
I then walk downstairs and greet my father as he realizes that Bianca was not there.
Mr. DeSousa: Where is your sister why didn't she come downstairs!
He sounded angry, maybe a rough day at work? That I will never know it was hard enough to have a conversation with him when he was in a good mood, talking to him when he is angered will just make things a million times worse. I'd rather that not happen.
Mr DeSousa: I am talking to you young lady!
Me: Sh-she moved out
I felt tears forming in my eyes, I knew nothing good would come of my telling him.
As I began to look at the ground I noticed his hands clench into fists. I was scared at what he may do this time. He unclenched his fist and slapped me across the face, as a result of this I fell to the floor sobbing and he started to kick me. I got bruises on my thighs, on my sides.
It has almost been a month and I still have the bruises.
I would do anything, anything, to get out of this household. It's horrid.
My father hits me constantly but I refuse to stoop to Bianca's level and start being with random guys. Although I have seen her at school and she seems different.. like she stopped doing that when she moved out. I suppose that my father was the root to all her problems. She used to be a problemed child and now she is a straight A student.
I strive to be like my sister at times. I wish I was as smart as her, as pretty as her, as confident as her.. I'm very shy. But, no.. I am just me.
Ms. Josephine DeSousa pleased to meet you, but please call me Joey.
My name is Joey DeSousa and this is my story.
*I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Really it was just to tell you about the character Joey. Once again she is totally fictional I created her with pure imagination. I hope I did not bore you with this chapter and please continue reading afterwards! I will try my hardest to add onto it everyday or so, as long as people are actually interested!*
