Runaway

Scarlet's mother died two years ago and left her with an abusive father. Her best friend, Niall, has been there for her through anything. When she want's to runaway from her father, should she leave? Leaving Niall behind? Or will she stay and continue to be abused? (Bad at explanations, story will be much better)

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1. Chapter 1

Scarlet's POV

I heard the large thumping of his feet which were pounding the ground starting to increase. He was coming closer by the second, every second that passed the fear within me doubled, no, tripled. 

Currently, it was 2am and my fathers just returned home from a night out with his 'friends' and is obviously drunk again. 

At these sorts of moments in life you do wonder if anyone can hear you, those moments when you plead for god to help you but seem to get no reply. No answer. No help.

My bedroom door swung open and I forced my eyes closed tightly, hoping he'd leave, thinking I was already asleep. However I'd tried this one before, it didn't work. Before I even got the chance to open my eyes, I was yanked out of bed by my hair and a harsh slap met my face.

"What do you think your doing?! You don't deserve to sleep in a bed you disgusting excuse of a person!" He shouted into my ear lobes, spraying me with his spit as he did. I suppose it wasn't his fault, the alcohol was controlling him, he was simply the slave obeying it's master. 

"I'm sorry" I whispered to him, my face now glowing from the sting of the slap. 

"Did I give you permission to answer me back?!" He shouted into my face, punching me straight in the stomach. 

My small body feel to the floor as I felt defenseless over the large man that I'm forced to call my father. I decided not to say anything but that seemed to make him even more angry. Attempting to stand once again, I earned a kick to the side of me, causing me to fall, again. 

The alcohol seemed to actually help in this situation, as it overwhelmed him with tiredness and he decided to leave before hurting me any further. 

I used all the strength that I could muster to crawl back into my bed and begun to sob, quietly of course. 

You would think after two years of this sort of treatment that I would be used to it but I'm really not. My mum used to treat me like a princess and going from one extreme to the other when she died hasn't really made it any easier for me. 

My mother was tragically killed in a car accident two years ago which neither me or my dad coped well with. He turned to alcohol and I turned to Niall-my best friend. 

I don't know how I would have survived without Niall. He stood by my side every step off the way. Each time I began to fall, he'd push me back up again. I suppose that's what best friends are for.

I remember meeting Niall about 7 years ago, when I first moved to Mullingar. 

My mum and dad both fancied 'a change of scenery' as they described it. I was dreading having to leave all my friends from London however, I permitted the change for my parents sake. Only after moving here for a week, I bumped into a blonde boy who lived down the road from me. That's where the whole friendship bloomed from. 

My sobs soon broke off as I thought of the happy times that I shared with my dearest friend. It's going to be alright Scarlet. Just smile. 

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