A/N: Violence and Language in this chapter. You have been warned… Enjoy :DDD
Chapter 1 - Screams
"Amanda, can you please do the rubbish?" Mum calls down the white-painted walls of the hallway. Dad was slumped in the armchair with his crumpled newspaper unfolded in front of him. The TV that was off hangs on the opposite wall a few metres away. He groaned with his usual scowl.
"Fff-orge-sh it, Luc-fy! She-sh a drunk one f-that one!" he stuttered, his breath stank of alcohol, as it usually did these days. It was then that I realised the paper was the wrong way round and his eyes were struggling to focus on the words. You might be asking why I can see all this, well, because I'm his prisoner. Well, you know, when it comes to those times when he just wont let you leave, every time I went to get up from this unreasonably uncomfortable threadbare floral armchair that looks like it came straight from the 60s, he'd loose his nut, he'd yell at me and scream at me, for moving.
"Sorry, Mum, but I'm pretty sure you're aware of my situation. And if you could, please save me," I call back, Dad then looked at me, like I was crazy.
"Luc-fy, you hear that? Sh-she t-talks," he spat while he stuttered. I went to get up anyway, who cares, I'm ten years old, I can go by one day not listening to my drunk father. Of course, he had a different idea. He screamed, at the top of his lungs as if I knew better. "Sit the fuck down!" I couldn't help my flinch and he swayed as he got up from his armchair, his hands were curled into fists, his eyes were tight with rage and anger, his arms strong from his days in the army. It was too late now to calm him down. I shrunk back into the floral armchair, trying to sink away, to get away from this hell-hole. Why? Did he hate me? And Mum? Or maybe he's just that kind of person that hates everyone. He lifted his fist right up to his ear, his anger very evident on his facial expression. "You do as I say, you ungrateful little shit! And I told you not to move!"
I scream myself awake.
I try desperately to forget my past, but its hard, I feel like its impossible sometimes.
"Mum?" I call out when I step into the brown-ish hallway, rubbing at the stubborn sleep in my eyes. "Jeremy?" Jeremy is my little brother, he's only five, another representation that its been five years. I'm sixteen now, that nightmare I'm scared to admit is a memory, one of the many that I will never be able to forget. That night, after he beat me for the night, the news of her pregnancy became public knowledge and everyone was happy. Mostly.
Not me.
I didn't want a sister or brother to grow up in that hell-hole. With a drunk father? And a mother who was scared shitless of him. I had had enough of him myself. And he was my father, if he even deserved that title. Mum made sure to hide the liquor one night, when Jeremy was two, and she gave him her all. She complained and she stood up for her beloved children, and we left. To somewhere sunny, we went to Chicago. A sunny place, as far from that horrid place as possible and to start anew. I know that all kids aren't as lucky as me. To leave a abusive place like that. And I wish to help them and one day, I will.
For now, I only hope and dream of what our now happy life is going to remain this way, for as long as possible. Because I know, nothing ever lasts. Good or bad. It always evens out. And I can only hope…
A/N: Hey :DDD Chapter one of Me And My Wolf I bring you! I hope you enjoy and I know usually that the authors dnt put everything on your plate all at once, but I felt like this story needed you to understand it, before it went on, if you know what I mean?
If you read my Depths Of Darkness, chapter 9 is almost out! xDDDD get keen xDDD
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