Beginning of my story :P

Okay, only 2 paragraphs so far, but yeah.. I thought I'd share it ;] Should I carry on writing?

Right, this is it; I’m going to run away. I really am. We are. Well, you see, my life was fine, I was living a perfect life, happy, smiling, all my friends around me, what more could I wish for? There was nothing more… But then you see, my Dad had a bad temper at work one day, kept shouting at the people he worked with, and even nearly started a fight with one of them, so he got fired. Yep, he lost his job. Great.

So, until then, my life was great… But when this happened, Dad turned nasty at home too, he kept arguing with Mum, making her cry at night… Hitting her – I didn’t know this at the time, but I was sure he was, I just knew it – somehow. Then Dad got worst – he started arguing with us – my sister and me – not only arguing though… But it wasn’t only Dad that made our life bad – it was people at school aswell. Bullies. These boys in Year 10. You see, I’m only in year 7 – they’re 4 years older than me…


Jane xx

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Okay guys.. it's finished :) I would edit my first post but I can't >.<

Right, this is it; I’m going to run away. I really am. We are. Well, you see, my life was fine, I was living a perfect life, happy, smiling, all my friends around me, what more could I wish for? There was nothing more… But then you see, my Dad had a bad temper at work one day, kept shouting at the people he worked with, and even nearly started a fight with one of them, so he got fired. Yep, he lost his job. Great.

So, until then, my life was great… But when this happened, Dad turned nasty at home too, he kept arguing with Mum, making her cry at night… Hitting her – I didn’t know this at the time, but I was sure he was, I just knew it – somehow. Then Dad got worst – he started arguing with us – my sister and me – not only arguing though… But it wasn’t only Dad that made our life bad – it was people at school aswell. Bullies. These boys in Year 10. You see, I’m only in year 7 – they’re 4 years older than me…

It was just a normal day, like any other.. We’d had a **** day at school – as usual.. These boys came up to us and started calling us names.. so we walked off.. You see, me and Maria (Maria’s my twin.. my sister.. I’m older than her though.. by 2 hours), we always hang around with each other at break, no one likes me.. In primary school I had this best mate called Helen, but now she just stares at me evilly.. I so desperately still want to be friends with her, but I think she just hates me now.. don’t ask me why – because I have no idea… She’s got a new best friend, this girl called Katie… Helen said she’d be my best friend forever – yeah right.. Anyway, as I was saying, we walked off from those boys.. but then they followed us, and one threw something at my head.. I turned round and whacked him in the face – bad idea..

So yeah, when we got home we did our homework together, we’re in the same classes for everything.. so we always get the same homework. Then we just sat on the sofa, watching television.. That was when the beginning of this started.. Dad came through the door – silent. He didn’t say anything – he didn’t even say “Hi” or anything.. he just came in, and sat down.. We stared at him, knowing something was wrong with him.. but we didn’t know something could soon be wrong with us. So, we just sat there. And stared at him. Then he told us the story.. about him having an argument with people at work, but worst of all – getting fired.

From then on, Dad changed… You wouldn’t think just something like loosing your job would change you completely. He used to be the best thing that ever happened to me.. I loved him more than anyone in the world.. but he changed. I went to bed that night worried – I don’t know why.. I just was.. I heard Dad shouting, and I think I could hear my Mum’s faint cry… I crawled into bed with Maria – and we just hugged each other… then we both started crying…

Then we realised. Well, when all the stuff kept happening to Mum. She had a massive bruise on her arm – well, three bruises. We asked her how it happened… She supposedly fell down the stairs, walked into a cupboard, fell over… Yeah right. How could Mum go from being someone who was never clumsy, had never broken a bone, and had never had such injuries, suddenly have all this happen to her? Me and Maria talked about it all day for about two days, we couldn’t sleep at night, just knowing what he might be doing to Mum. I loved Mum more than anyone else in the world now, and I couldn’t bare the thought of this happening to her. That’s when we planned to say something. We stayed awake all Sunday night, which made us very tired for school the next day, planning to tell Dad we knew.

We told him. Yep… well, we just stood there for about five minutes actually… Then I just came out with it all – we told him we knew about it all, how he was abusing her… That’s when he started… doing it to us too. The next day at breakfast I didn’t feel like eating.. my Dad was stood behind me.. he pushed my face down into my bowl of cereal… but it got worst than that, much worst… And it wasn’t just at home that things were bad, I hated school too.. Every single day, we got bullied, by those older boys.. I hate them, my life was bad enough at home – and at school.

It got worst day by day - Dad started coming home later and later every night – he went out drinking.. Then he wonders why we had no money. We were living off nothing – Dad didn’t get a new job, atleast Mum tried to get one. but it was no use, no one wanted anyone like her. From them on I hated Dad. He used to be a really nice, this kind, caring, loving man - but now he’s just horrible. Evil. And I hate him.

We were too scared to tell anyone – now it makes me wonder why… Why wouldn’t we tell anyone that our own Dad was abusing us? I don’t know. I suppose we weren’t thinking like that then. This went on for about two months. I had to get Mum to write fake notes for PE for me, but the teachers don’t believe much, especially when we were both bringing notes to every lesson. Well, I suppose I wouldn’t think they weren’t real if two sisters were both bringing notes to get out of PE, every lesson. I think the fake notes only worked about twice for us, so that was it, we had to get changed in front of everyone – I tried to hide in the corner, trying to make sure that no one could see the bruises. My back was covered in them. So were my legs. My arms. All my body was covered in bruises.

Me and Maria often slept in the same bed now, just for security. We were both too scared to sleep on our own – most nights we just layed awake, crying. Then one night we planned it. We were going to run away. We didn’t know where we were going to stay, or where we actually going, we just went. I didn’t even take enough with me, we both emptied our piggy banks onto my bed – I counted up the money – there was only £9.78, but I suppose it was going to have to do.

The next morning we went to school as usual, I couldn’t work all day – thinking about what we were going to do after school. Six and a half long hours passed, then finally the school day was over. We got a bus to the town center, then we just walked around. Then we realised we’d been so stupid – I mean, where were we going to stay? We couldn’t just live on the streets for ever, and £9.78 wasn’t going to get us very far. We bought a massive bar of Galaxy chocolate and a packet of crisps – so much for being on a diet. That night we didn’t know where to go.. so basically, we didn’t sleep at all. We just walked round – I knew Mum would probably be worried by now, and this was getting us no where, so we rang one of those free childline things.

We told them everything, about Dad being horrible, hitting us and stuff like that, and about us running away. The next morning we went home, we were right – Mum had been worried about us – but she was so relieved about what we’d done. I havn’t seen Dad since that day – well, I have one. He’s in jail now – for abuse. He deserves it. I hate him – yet I love him. I saw Dad one day coming home from school, but I don’t think he saw me.

We’ve moved house now – Dad doesn’t know where we live, and I’m happy he doesn’t aswell. Well, to be totally honest, I’m not actually that happy – I want to see him. I still love him – even though what he did was wrong. Maybe one day we’ll see him again… and maybe he’ll love us that time?

By Janeeee

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Heh... It's not that good.. but thanks :)

Took a while to read but thats great! Keep up them! + Rep from me 2

NOT THAT GOOD? ITS EXCELLENT -Claps- BRAVO! :D:D:D THERE ARE SOME GREAT STORY WRITERS HERE >:)

Lol.. Thanks.. I'm gunna write another one soon ;)

Sure it will be good :P