Lost & Found: Harry Styles Love Story

Munera Tomlinson has been bullied all her life. Her mother is dead and her father is abusive and is a drinker. Louis was her only brother. They both loved each other very much, whenever Munera was feeling down or was bullied her big brother Louis would help her. Munera was just like Louis crazy, fun, smart, talented, funny, random and wild, but that side of her is faded away ever since her brother left for X-Factor. Her brother never knew about the beatings she would get or that his father was a drinker. Her dad loved Louis expect for Munera, he thought she was worthless and that Louis was a star. Will Munera ever run away from this torture? This jail that has kept her in prison for almost her whole life, which no one knew about. Well that going to change one day.

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1. Running Away

I sat down at the kitchen table. My dad was here too, he had a cup of vodka in his hands and was drinking it. Gosh how do people drink this stuff? It smells horrible, but if I said something about it I know I will get punished. I take out my history homework and do my worksheet on the 13 first states and on the articles of confederation. I started writing down my answers and I got concentrated, my dad poured in another glass of vodka for himself.

“Uh is that history?” he asked. I nodded but didn’t look up and continued doing my homework.

“I was always good at history. I could help” he said. I looked up. “I’m fine, no thank you” I said and continued my homework.

He put his cup down, “Hmm um what’s the subject” he said trying to take my book from me, I closed it and got up a sudden confidence came to me, “Hey, hey!” I looked at him, scared now. “Come on let me help” he said. “No” I said sternly, he grabbed my arm, I tried to pull it off of his grasp.

 “Hey!” he called out to me getting angry, I yanked my arm and turned around getting ready to run, “Munera!” he screamed. I ran upstairs, “I am your father young lady!” he yelled as I ran into my room and closed the door shut. I breathed heavily, locking the door shut and crawling towards a corner and held my knees to my chest. I was trembling with fear.

 I was frightened, I shouldn’t have done that I thought. He’s going to kill me! God I was so scared. I clenched my eyes tight and took deep breathes to help calm me down. I wish my brother was here to help me but somewhere in the world while I’m in Oklahoma. My dad moved when my brother left so basically, he doesn’t know we’re here. He thinks we’re back at London. Dad told him we’d be here for a “family vacation” but it turned out we’d stay here…forever. My eyes got watery I missed my mum and brother. I miss my old family! I swallowed hard.

No one deserves this life…no one. But I guess I just wasn’t lucky enough.

A few moments later I stopped crying, today was the day I run away from this hell hole. I had enough money to go back to England and make a new life, I had 2 jobs and plus my mum gave me over $10,000 from her will. I don’t want to stay here anymore I had enough of him; I’m bullied every day at school and at home too.

            Im an outsider, I don’t belong here. I wanted go back home. Where Louis was…Where I was loved…I wiped my nose and took in a shaky breath. I looked down at the ring I had on. It was mother’s she passed it down to me the day she died…

    “Mommy please don’t leave me! I need you! We all do!” I sobbed into my hands; I was only 4 years old. “Munera please don’t cry. Be strong for mommy. Princess, look at me please don’t cry” she said weakly. I looked at her, tears still streaming my face. “Here I want you to have this” she said giving me a beautiful ring. “It was my mother’s now it’s going to be yours, keep it safe don’t ever lose it. I know it’s a little too big right now but you’ll eventually grow into it” she said, closing her eyes. I was scared and mad because she was leaving me, why me why not someone else’s mum? “I’ll always be with you Mu. I love you…” she said and her voice got really soft. The heart monitor went flat; I didn’t know what was happening. She was still “Mum?” no answer. “Mum!! Wake up! Please don’t leave me!” I said sobbing hysterically. Louis came in and hugged me I cried into his chest. “She’s gone Lou” I cried. “it’s okay..she’s in a better place” he said crying too.

I didn’t realize I was crying again. I wiped my tears. I turned on the TV in my room that I had. My dad doesn’t know I had one so he never took it away. The weather channel was on. “Today will have a twister, yes people of Oklahoma a twister, get all of your supplies ready and find a safe place to stay, its already raining and a thunder storm is about to begin. Th-“ I turned off the TV, not wanting to hear anymore.

Blow it all down I dared. There’s not enough rain here to wash the sins out of this house. There’s not enough wind here to rip the nails out of the past. I ran down stairs to the living room I saw there lying on the couch and passed out, my father. I went up to him and shook him to wake him up.

 “Wake up! Dad! Wake up! We need to get shelter! Wake up!” there was no use he was too drunk and passed out. I remembered what happened today, he was trying to help me for once! And I blew him off! I put my hands to face and sighed, “What have I done” I thought. I wind was picking up the curtains were blowing everywhere. I was scared. I looked out the window, rain was falling so fast. Thunder was rumbling, I heard people scream. I ran down to the cellar and locked myself in to keep me safe.

I listened to the screaming of the wind, some people were taking shelter. I called this sweet revenge for everything that has happened to me. “Shatter every window ‘till it’s all blown away” I said. “Every brick, every slamming door blow it away, ‘till there’s nothing, left standing, blow away every bad memory” I said. I stayed there for hours; I fell asleep in the rather yet comfortable place.

 I woke up it was about 4 in the morning; I got up and picked my bag. I left it down here just in case my dad saw, or else he would know I’m running away. I was about to leave when something caught my eye. I saw a case. It was shaped as a guitar. I went up to it and unzipped it. I gasped, it my mums guitar, she would always play it for us when she was alive.

 I decided to take it with me. I opened the cellar door, it was sunny. It was beautiful. I was shocked; I thought it was be a mess. I stepped out and walked to my dad’s car the wind was in my hair blowing it. It felt amazing. I breathed in the air. I turned around to look at my house, it was horrible. Roof was gone only the bottom was there. I didn’t know if my father was alive. But that didn’t matter; I got inside the car and drove to the airport. I’m getting out from this jail for once and for all and no one is going to stop me.    

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