They Don't Know About Us

Alexanderia Danielle Macoy, Lexi for short. Just a normal, 16 year old teen, searching for something great in life. She decided to try out for the XFactor, being very fond of singing and all. She hoped to go far and become huge! What she wasn't expecting was to fall head-over heals for a guy she wasn't sure about. Little did she know, her life would change in an instant. One because of her amazing voice and two, because the guy she smitten with, is famous....


5. Something I've Never Shared

We were released from rehersal, everyone still bouncing with excitment from the news.

I just walked back to my room, dropped off my jacket, grabbed my ipod and beats (headphones) and walked back out. I wanted to have some time to just listen to music and relax before the show.

I walked everywhere, through the auditorium, on the stage, backstage, outside, everywhere. It was nice to just take some time to breathe. Get away from the rush for a little while. To just think.

Everything has gone great. The judges love me, and I hope the UK will too. I not nervous, just scared. Scared I willget so close, then just lose it all. I'm not the type of person who can face rejection or hard criticism. I know what your thinking....Then why did I take the risk to come here and have the possibility of facing rejection? One, I was looking to chase my dream, to sing, become huge, sell out stadium, have albums, number one singles. I want to chase that dream. Because dreams CAN come true, and Im not letting anyone tell me otherwise. Two, becuase of Jessi. She pushed me to come here. If it wasnt for her, I would never have come.

Theres one thing I havent shared about me and my life, my parents. I never like to talk about what happened....Its just too much for me to handle. But just walking around I figured it wouldn't hurt to just think about them and how their doing up there.

To get straight to the point, my mum is dead, and my dad is locked up in prison for who knows how long. I still can't wrap it around my brain, I mean who could? I'm 16 with no parents.

I took a deep breathe. Just thinking about them gets me upset. I replayed what happened and how everything turned out when they died.


(Lexi's 11 at the time)

I bursted through my front door, just coming off the bus, so glad to be home from school. I threw my stuff down on the couch, ran to the kitchen and grabbed a snack. I heard someone shouting, then a loud crash. Something had shattered. I knew it was my parents fighting again, they always fought, over the stupidest things. I didn't understand, if they loved eachother and got married why did fight all the time?

I slowly crept up the stairs, trying not to make noise so they wouldn't hear me. They had their door closed, just a crack open. I peeked through the crack and almost screamed. My dad had my mum pinned to the wall, punching and slapping her. She already had red marks, bruises and scratches on her arms and face. I threw my hand over my mouth and tears whelled up in my eyes. How could my loving dad to that to his wife? All I could do is turn away and run to my room. I flung my door closed and threw myself onto my bed, crying the entire time.

Their door flew open, my mum quickly trying to run from my dad. He was close on her heels. I got up, peering around the corner. My dad had my mum trapped in his arms soon again. She screamed, "GET OFF OF ME YOU BASTARD!" Then punched him as hard as she could, right in the nose. His head went back a little and he stummbled, but didnt fall. He was now furious. I couldnt watch anymore of this, but I knew something had to be done to stop him.

Before I could even think of what to do, my mum pushed my dad to the floor and sprinted out the front door, heading for her car. My dad, looking stunned, got up and started running after her. I ran out from my room and yelled, "DAD STAY AWAY FROM HER!!"  And kicked him as hard as I could in the shin. I know this wasn't my fight, and I really didn't need to get involved, but I felt like I had to do something for my mom. He looked down at me and drew his hand back, "Shut up, you little bitch!" Was all he said before slapping me across the face.

I cryed once again. I was furiuos, sad, and in pain. How could he do this to us? I got up and ran to the front door. My mum was backing out of the driveway, dad banging on the window. She mouthed, I love you, to me, then took off. I watched her fliy down the road, dad chasing. I thought my mum had gotten away until she came to the crossing streets. All I heard was a loud crash, and I saw an uproar of flames. I dropped to my knees, my mum's car was in flames, and the huge truck the crashed into hers was tipped over. I started to cry once again.

~3 years later~

I was still living with my dad, but only because I had too. Things had gotten a lot worse since mum died. First, I was forced to continue living with my dad, since he had custody. Sceond, he was a complete drunk, he was constantly drinking. Third, he was always harrassing me, in sexual ways too. He was always saying dirty things to me, grabbing my butt, or pinning me to the wall. I hated him, hate is just a small word for how much I dont like him. He is dead to me, he should have died instead of mum. I missed her so much.

One day I had come back from school and my dad was sitting on the couch, drunk as ever. He saw me come in and said "Hey sexy"  and walked over to me. I backed away, not wanted anywart of him near me. but before i could move away he grabbed my wrists, and pinned me to the wall. I couldn't move, only my legs were free, so I kneed him in the crotch. He bent over a little from the pain, a satisfied look spread over my face. But it didn't effect him as much as I wanted it to. He shifted right back up, and leaned closer to me. I could smell the alcohol as he spoke, "Fiesty little thing I see. Now take off your clothes." I pushed myself to the wall more trying to avoid his touch. I shook my head, he frowned, getting mad. He didnt say a word, all he did was unbutton my top, then my pants. I tryed to knee him again, but failed, so I freed one wrist, and slapped him.

I ran to my room, he was right on my heels. He lunged forward and tackled me to the floor. i struggled to get out of his grip but couldn't. I didn't know what else to do. He gave me a haha I win look, and I slapped him once again. He just held me down harder. Then he said, "Scream, or call the police and your dead!" He undid his trousers, and slipped his junk out. My pants we already out of my reach. I was helpless, I couldn't do anything.

~2 months after~

My dad continued to rape me, and beat me. I was to weak to stop him. Then I found Jessi. She was in my class that year, and noticed the scratches and bruises. I told her I was just a serious cluts (which I am) but she wasn't convinced, she knew something was up. She was the one who called the police. She basically saved my life, thats why I love her as my sister. We are inseperable.



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