One way or another

Hope is a 17 year old girl who's mother died mysteriously 6 months after giving birth and her father passed away not long ago due to disease. With no siblings and most of her family living far away, she's forced to live with her uncle. A rich but cruel man who has no intention of giving Hope any care or love. Her Aunty on the other hand is a kind and giving lady.
But Hope knows she can't stay. Her last option is to run away. She cannot spend another day with her Uncle, who seems to be hiding something. Big. Will Hope be left with anything? All seems to be going the wrong way until she meets a sweet boy with a kind heart who decides to take the poor girl under his wing.
What will Hope find out? Her Uncle's secret? Love? Or all the wrong things?

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8. My life will not be ruined here.

Hope's POV

I was unpacking my stuff in one of the many spare rooms. I chose the one on the 3rd storey cos it has such a nice view.

The trees were all a beautiful shade of the same brown, the leaves were a mixture of yellow, orange and red, the little pond near the trees was sparkling blue in the sun and if you looked farther up, your could see the sun above the ocean.

Our town was on a Coast but where I lived with my dad (and temporarily lived now) was a bit more inland.

I hated it here. The house was nice but it was too big. It felt so lonely. Lonelier than I feel now without my dad. I was trying to fight back tears.

Ken's POV

Why did that dumbass niece of mine have to move in with me? She's such a waste.

Can't believe my brother didn't abandon her or leave her. I don't even know why he loves her. I don't.

 I treat her nicer when Bri's around, but when she's alone I just go mad. She's such an ass.

She's dumb, bitchy, spoilt greedy, and now i have to have an emotional teen in my house cos she's supposedly sad her dad died. What a retard.

Hope's POV

I was sitting against the wall when my Uncle walked in. 

'I hate him, I hate him, I hate him.' Where the only things that ran through my mind.

He had longish -for a guy- curly hair that hung above his shoulder and smokey-grey eyes. That's all I had to explain him with.

"Hey, Wish, how ya doin'?" He asked, laughing like he couldn't care less.

Drunk bastard. I thought.

"It's Hope, Ken. Not Wish. Hope." I said sourly, not even looking at him.

"Hope, Wish, same thing, right?"

"Whatever."

"Come on," He said. "Go do something."

I didn't answer.

He walked up to me and kicked me in the stomach.

"Listen bitch. When I ask you something you answer, got it?"

"You didn't ask." I said.

He grabbed me by the front of my shirt and lifted his arm up, making me stand up, pressed against the wall.

He punched me in the same place.

"I don't give a shit. And don't act like a smart-ass with me, got it?"

I nodded, looking away from him, eyes closed, trying to fight back tears.

He let go of me and I slunk back down to the floor.

"Idiot." I mumbled, quietly.

But not quiet enough. He came back in my room and slapped me across the face. Then he left.

After a few minutes of curling up in a ball and crying, I got up on my bed and started to read a magazine. The cover read: 'One Direction climbing up the charts.' I kinda liked them. Not crazed fan type, but I liked their music and they were pretty cute. 

I lifted my shirt up a bit to look at my stomach. He hit pretty hard. A big blue bruise was starting to form. I went up to the mirror and examined my cheek. It was red but that would go away after a while. I could hide the bruise on my stomach easily.

 

The next few days were the same. Abuse from my Uncle: Being sworn at, kicked, punched, yelled at. And then the sweet loving Uncle that cares about me (not.) When my Aunt comes into the room.

I have had enough. He thinks he can break me? No. He's wrong. I will not let him hurt me on the inside like I've already done on the outside. I am a lot stronger than he thinks. I can survive alone. He won't break me. Ever.

My Dad always told I was my Mother's daughter. Unbreakable. I didn't really understood what he meant until now.

I was not staying here another night. I am leaving. Because I'm ready. I know I'm strong. Mind and body. He will not win. No.

 

"Oi, slut." He said to me. "I'm going away for business for a week. Thank God. I need a break from you."

He came back into the room and hit me, just for the fun of it.

Asshole. I thought. I learnt my lesson of saying these things out loud.

1 hour later, I saw him get in hi car with a suitcase and leave. Perfect. I thought. I went looking in some of the spare rooms till I found what I needed. A duffle bag. It was pretty big, but better than nothing, I guess.

I was packing the essentials: Clothes, food, water, cash. When My Aunt walked in. I tried to hide the bag but there was no use.

"Uh, I- I can explain." I said, trying to make it casual. It wasn't working.

"I know what you're doing, Hope."

"What?"

"I don't want you to, but it's impossible for you here."

"How do you know?"

"It's not that hard, I can hear him."

"Why haven't you said anything?" I asked, my eyes tearing me up. "I thought you loved me. You were the only one left that cared. Was I wrong?"

"No, no!" She said hugging me, letting me cry into her shoulder.

"I didn't say anything because if he knew I knew, he'd abuse you when I was there, too. It was so hard, not doing anything, letting him hurt you, I'm so sorry. If he knew, then he'd hurt you more."

"It's okay." I said. "I believe you."

"I got you this." She said, showing me a backpack. 

I picked it up. It was pretty light. I looked inside. There was money, food, clothes, water.

"Th-that's a lot of money." I said. 

"Hope, I have a lot of money. It's ok."

"Th-thankyou." I said, hugging her.

"It's ok. I'll pack some more here, go into my bedroom and look in the box in the closet."

"Why?"

"I think there's a phone in there."

"Ok."

I walked into her bedroom and went to her walk-in-closet. It was pretty big. I went to find the box, but saw two. She didn't say which one. I opened the first one I saw. No phone but a bracelet exactly like one that was in the box from my Mother, but this one was silver, not gold.

That was weird...

I opened the other box and found the phone. 

I put the boxes back where I found them and went back to my (not) room.

 

 

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