Places

Missy had sat, and took it all in. every word, every detail, every fact. About her Dad's affair, just three years ago, or when they lost their first child before her, because her further had pushed her mother down the stairs at their old flat.

How she had been so scared, (her mother,) and her Uncle had always been there for her, somehow knowing what to say, what to do. How somehow he could clam her, make her feel wanted, loved.

An yet apparently this had gone on for years, her running of to him, her brother in law, as if he washer husband. An yet she never let the tension, the feelings that brewed between them come out.

She listened to it all, how it had only been once, just before the weekend. An how she had automatically hated herself for it and that had been why they had gone away, so she could make it up to him, even if he had no idea.

But now as Missy wondered the empty streets, she had left the house she couldn't sit there any more it all made no sense, her Dad hit her Mum, he caused her to have a miscarriage.

He had hurt her, physically and mentally, screamed at her, made her feel inhuman, lower than a animal.

He was evil, a bastard to her, the man who had taught her to ride a bike, to swim, had bought her her first gig tickets, he had done all that, and yet he was capable of so much more. Have so much more evil.

But her mother, she was no angle. She cheated on him, with his brother, was carrying her cousin, or was it brother. Everything was just so confusing.

Her mum had always been so nice, so bubbly, so happily, and yet she was hiding all this, how could she? How could she hide it all?

But then how could she cheat on the man she had described as loving, how could she, with his brother? Didn't that make her evil too?

An if she was evil, then what was Missy, was she evil. Her farther hit and beat her mother, while her mother was screwing his brother. Then would that make her evil, was she evil?

Again the tears began to stream down her face; they had already left deep tracks on her face, staining them with their salty contact. She was roaming the streets, and now it was hours later, as she glanced at her watch though she realised just how much later. The night had drifted away and to her shock she had spent it.

And that was when she realised a lot else, it had been raining, she had been so upset she hadn't noticed, and now as the light began to roam though the land.

She to her horror caught a glimpse of herself in a near by car window, her hair was matted from the wind and rain, her clothes where soaked, and her make up ad ran down her face, she looked as though she had been up all night. But then again hadn't she.

She had no where to go, she couldn't go home, not yet she had to straighten things in her head first, but still she couldn't stay out here. But she couldn't go to friends and she had no other family, she only had him.

So as the morning drifted on she walked towards his flat, making it around midday, and slipping in with no questions asked she knocked her shacking hand on the door, and he answered with a smile and a spring, but not to her.

"I was wondering when you would drop round Pi…. Missy?" and with that she couldn't hold it in much longer, her eyes welled up, and she took herself in his arms and cried, for the first time he saw her cry.

okay sorry this took forever, I've had a bit of writers block, aswellas been doing coursework, and my babbysitting my godson. But I'm back, and your justgoing to see what happens lol, thanks for all you reveiws and please carry on :)