So… I have a poll about this story on my profile, please vote.
Also, because of that I study at the nursery- program, one- two times a year we have this "work time" it´s like a trainee job I think. We have one now, and where I am now, it´s a lot of, what we in Sweden call dead-time, it´s not someone who dies then, but it´s time, when you don´t really have much to do, so you´re just hanging around doing nothing. This week I borrowed dad´s mobile internet, but next week I can´t have it anymore, so then I´ll probably write quite a lot. I´m not promising anything, because we´ve got homework as well. But homework isn´t as fun as writing.
Roxanne "Roxy" Wellard
"Daddy please stop," seven year old Roxanne laid on the floor, with her dad, Morgan punching and beating her from above.
"You´re useless, I wish I´d never got you." He stopped when they could hear the post arrive through the mailbox on the door.
"Wait here." Roxanne relaxed a bit when her dad walked out of the room, her ribs ached, as well as her stomach, and her face.
Morgan, on the other hand, walked to the door. He picked up a newspaper from the floor, and was surprised when he saw a handwritten letter under it, on the doormat. He opened it and unfolded the letter and read.
Dear Morgan
Do you remember me? I´m Santana Wellard, Roxanne´s mum. I´m sorry for just leaving Roxanne at yours.
You see, it´s like this. Roxanne have got two older half- siblings, their names are Chantal and Richard Wellard, they have both got different dads. I left them at their dads house as babies, just like I left Roxanne on your doorstep seven years ago. I did it, because I can´t take care of a child. I´ve worked nights at the night- club as a stripper for fifteen years now. Loads of men saw me there, including you, and Richard´s and Chantal´s dad. I lost count on how many children I´ve given birth to like, ten years ago.
But, somehow. I can´t forget you. I lost my job at the club, and perhaps, you and me could start a new life. Without any kids, just you, and me. Chantal and Rio live in a place called Oak House, it´s a care home. If you want to start a new life with me, I´ve arranged so Roxanne can move there. Chantal and Richard know about their sister.
If you wanna run away with me, meet me at the city hotel at five p.m. Friday afternoon.
Santana Wellard
Morgan looked up from the letter, give away Roxanne and run away with Santana? That was the best thing he´d ever read. He looked at his watch. Four thirty p.m. he could still make it. He ran back to the living room, picked up Roxanne from the floor. Put her in the car, and drove away with her.
"What´s happening?" Roxanne asked when they were in the car.
"You´re going to move in with your older siblings." Was the only thing Morgan said before driving onto a driveway in front of a big house. When Roxanne opened her door, Morgan turned around and pushed her so she fell out. Roxanne had no other choice, then to turn around and walk towards the big house she knocked the door.
Ten minutes later
"What´s your name then?" the boy in front of Roxanne asked her.
"Roxanne,"
"Ok," the older girl said. "From now on, it´s Roxy, understand?"
"mm."
"Haven´t you got any other clothes?" the boy asked.
"No."
"Well, I guess you´ll have to borrow some of mine then." The older girl said. "they´ll be a bit to big for you, but it´ll work out ´til we can buy you some real clothes."
Well, that didn´t work out as well as I hoped. I don´t like it so much, do you?