Forgetton Memories

Alisha lives with her abusing father who doesn't let her outside of the house. One night a strange boy comes to her window saying that he is her brother. Dieing would be better than staying with her father so she follows the boy. She soon finds out a lot about the outside world and and becomes more of it then she wants to. With the help of her 'brother' and 4 of his friends Alisha learns how to concure her fear of the world and prove to everyone who doubts her, that she can.

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1. My Life

"Alisha! Get down here!" My dad screamed.

I ran into his bedroom "Yes Dad?"

"Where is my buisness suit?" he asked.

"Still in the wash," I still said sowly. He didn't have it now, oh no that usually ends with a slap across the face. Just as prodicted he slapped me across the face.

"Why is it still in the wash?" he asked angrily.

"Because I didnt have time to wash it," I said slowly looking down.

"How could you not have time, you aren't even busy!" He yelled. I didn't answer, i just looked at the ground. "Answer me!"

"I had to finish all my other chores and I didnt have time to, I'm sorry," I said. I kenw I wasn't going to get away with it. He slpas me even harder this time, that I actually fall to the ground and my vision blurs.

"Get it done!" He yells.

"Yes dad," I say and walk out of the room.

I rush down to the laundry room and throw his suit into the washer. I hear the sound of water running. He's having a shower hopefully I can get it into the dryer fast. The sound of the ding when the washer is done, interupts my thoughts. I quickly throw everything into the dryer.

"Alisha!" My dad screams.

"Yes!" I yell back trying to stall time.

"Where's my business suit?" he yells.

"Uh....." DING, saved by the bell "Coming!" I yell.

I quikly take it out of the dryer and fold it, then I rush into my dad's bedroom. I leave it on the bed and head downstairs to make him lunch. By the time he's dowstairs I have his lunch in a brown bag on the counter.

"I need you to clean the bathrooms, the livingroom, and the windows, oh and also make my bed," My dad said.

I nod and watch as he walks out the door. I stood there for a bit onger trying to breath I the fresh air of the world outside my frontdoor. I know I could easily run away from here, but I've had no connection to the outside world. so I wouldn't be able to survive, and I would have nowhere to live. So I live with my abusing dad, but I still get a roof over my head and food.

I take in anther breath and I'm sad theres no more of the air there, so i sigh and head off to do my chores.  

 

 

   

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