New Beginnings I
8 Years Later – Rikkis POV
Great. PE Next. Fantastic. Brilliant. Super Duper. Its not that I don't like school, well I don't, hate the place. I also hate the people there. I guess I'm not a people person. But then again I'm not an animal person either. Oh well. Anyway. PE next.
I walked into the changing rooms, instantly hit by the strange smell; BO/sweat, dust and something else. It always smells sickly in there and I don't know why.
I got out of my blazer, shirt and the tie that has been used against me, to hurt me oh-so many times. Then into my tracksuit bottoms and zippy-up top thing, and made my way into the sports hall.
"Rikki" A harsh voice said. I flinched.
"Yes sir?"
"Its after February, you know the rules; December to February, tracksuit bottoms. February onwards, shorts and t-shirt." He handed me the keys to the changing rooms, "Go on, go and get changed, then give me back my keys."
Great. Shorts and t-shirt. That involves exposing skin. I've got to get out of here. I went through into the changing rooms, quickly got changed, put the keys on the bench, grabbed my bag, and ran out the fire exit. I love how safety-concious my school is. How concerned the are for their pupils well-being- I mean, fire exits In a changing room. Ha! What a joke! They can't even see a prime example under their snobby noses.
I walked home, which was a tall block of flats. Council flats- Yeah, like my dad can be bothered to get off his backside to work. Still, I don't know where he gets the money from for his booze. But he gets it. Oh yes, he gets it. Y'know, I can't ever remember my dad ever being sober...I made my way up 7 flights of stairs, that smelt like alcohol and wee, then walkes down a corridor towards the hell-hole I call my home.
"I DON'T HAVE THE MONEY YOU MORON" A voice bellowed-I recognised it to be my dads. I peaked round the corner.
"Fine then Sir, as you have refused to pay the rent, and have done so for the past year you have been as resident here, I am taking this property out of your ownership, and therefore making you-" He span on his heel "Homeless."
"FINE THEN! SEE IF I CARE!"My dad bellowed after him. Well I care! I'm homeless, plus my dad is really angry, and is going to take that anger out on me.
I crept through the door, and he obviously heard me.
"RIKKI!" He shouted.
I froze in terror. I guess any other person would have turned and ran out the door. Which I was standing right in front of. Which, was also wide open. But I didn't. I have learned my lesson of running away from my dad before.
"They're you are, you little bitch,"
He grabbed me, and threw me to the ground, and I'll just tell you that he hurt me. Lots.(I'll spare you the details.)
After he'd finished,he picked me up, and dragged me into the kitchen. Holding me with one arm, and with the other he picked up a syringe, which then disappeared into my arm. It caused me to fall into the most delicious sleep I have ever experienced.
