Chapter 2 – Sad Truths

Kacey's POV

It was Saturday and I woke up to a nice smell I didn't recognise, I got up and dressed and went downstairs where I found Mr Clarkson in the kitchen cooking.

'Oh hey, good sleep'

'The best, no one banging on my bedroom door'

I walked to the table and sat down

'Erm what you cooking?'

'Bacon, eggs, sausage'

'Oh, I have never tried bacon'

He turned around smiling thinking it was a joke

'Mum's never cooked'

'So wat do you have for you dinner then?'

'Nothing, she just tells us to go and get snacks'

'Well you are supposed to have three meals a day'

'I only have one at school, don't have breakfast either'

'That is very unhealthy'

I shrugged 'I'm used to it'

He served it up to me and I tried it, it was amazing and gone in no time

'So do you like this new school?'

'Yeah the others were a hell of a lot worse, but we always have to move around because of our dad'

'What did he actually rob?'

'A bank, he had an insane idea he could run in armed and not get caught'

'Well didn't work out to well then'

'No he got 10 years'

'Do you miss him?'

I snorted 'no he was crazier than Barry not that I can really remember living with him'

After breakfast he said I had to go home

'I can't sir, I just can't you know what they are like'

He touched my shoulder in a comforting way and handed me a piece of paper

'If things get really bad at home, call me'

He had written both his house and mobile number on it. I smiled.

'Thanks sir'

He drove me back home and mum immediately came out the house looking ready to kill. Mr Clarkson gently walked me over but mum had lost it.

'WHERE THE BLOODY HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?'

I didn't answer but she grabbed me by the arm and pulled me... hard.

'GET INSIDE NOW'

She pushed me inside and I ran to my bedroom and locked the door scared of what would come.

Tom's POV

So I have had a lot of kids that I have looked after, Mika, Chlo, Rose's kids and Josh and I have never treated any of them like that, as I learned a long time ago it didn't work.

'Carol you know you shouldn't be manhandling her'

'Don't you tell me how to look after my own kids'

'Look try talking to her, it works a lot better, and she just needs love'

'So she stayed at yours last night did she bet you loved that'

Was she intending what I thought she was, one thing I knew was she was spiteful and would be saying I was abusing her daughter next

I walked away and got in my car driving away, I hated to leave her there it wasn't a place for an adult let alone a child but I had no choice.

Kacey's POV

I watched out my window as he drove away and then heard footsteps mum broke the door down and walked over to me.

She started to put all my things in a bin liner

'What are you doing?'

'THIS ENDS NOW, ALL THIS FOOTBALL AND BOY STUFF, YOU ARE A GIRL AND WILL START ACTING LIKE ONE'

I didn't reply until she walked toward my football and headphones. She was not getting rid of them.

'Don't touch them'

She picked them up but didn't put them in a bag; instead she walked outside with them as I followed, and she put them on our drive then got into our car and reversed into them.

All that was left was a flattened football and broken headphones

She got out the car and I ran toward her and started to attack her until she punched me in the face and told me to get inside.

She kept me locked in for the rest of the day and I cried myself to sleep wishing I was back at Mr Clarkson's.