Give Me Love

Jessie Richards doesn't have the best life at home, a dead mom and an abusive father. She decides to run away. But one car crash could change her whole life.

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1. Cancer

           Jessie's P.O.V.

            *Flashback*

"I'm sorry, but your mother has been diagnosed with leukemia." I decided to stay strong in front of the doctor. "How long does she have?", I asked him. "Not long," he said "We estimated it at about one month. And we have to keep her here until her time comes."

I just nodded and walked away back into the waiting room just to see my father with red, puffy eyes. That's when I broke, I started crying and opened my arms, waiting for my dad to come and comfort me. But he never did. When I opened my eyes he was already halfway out the door , not even acknowledging me.

Um, ok?

I quickly followed him out before I could get anymore weird looks from just standing there like an idiot.

When I looked around, trying to find him outside, he was getting into the drivers seat of our car. I quickly got into the passengers seat and slammed the door shut. My dad gave me a death glare and I quickly looked away from his intense stare.

What was that about?

             *Present Day*

I guess that that was the first day my dad started acting weird. He would send me death glares a lot after that and only talk to me give me a lecture or tell me to do my chores. and there were A LOT of chores.

A month later my mom died. It was terrible, well for me it was. My dad didn't shed a tear. But his attitude had gotten worse. He yelled at me daily, and I'm always grounded. I don't dare come out of my room.

It has been 5 months since my mom died. And I'm still going through depression. (And no I'm not that gothic type of depressed.) But one thing helps me. Music. Preferably One Direction. I LOVE THEM!!! Some of their songs are inspiring and some of them make me want to jump up and dance around. As cheesy as it sounds, when I listen to their music all my thoughts and worries go away.

"JESSIE COME HERE NOW!", my dad yelled from downstairs. "ugh", I groaned to myself. I ran downstairs. "Why weren't you down here earlier!!", he shouted. "I'm sorry, I came as fast as I could.", I said a little to quietly. "WHAT!?", he yelled, a little more angrily now. "I'm sorry, I came as fast as I could!" I said loudly. And with shouting comes a slap across the cheek.

"DON'T USE THAT TONE WITH ME!", he yelled. "I'm sorry.", I said with a voice that a lost puppy would probably use. "Go make me dinner, slave", he smirked at the word slave as if he had just made a joke, "and it better be good and fast, I'm starving!", he said. I ran into the kitchen and got out the utensils to make hamburger helper. That's fast and good right? I put the sausage in the pan and started to brown it.

I used this time to think. I wouldn't consider my dad abusive. He wouldn't say those things if they weren't true, and he wouldn't hit me if I didn't deserve it, right?

After going through these things in my mind for some time, I looked down and realized that I hadn't been stirring and flipping the sausage like I was supposed to. Oh no. I knew that if this dinner was any less than perfect than I would be more than dead. maybe he wouldn't notice.

I quickly turned over the sausage and started 'stirring'.

When I was done making the meal and had finished making my dad's plate I walked in the living room and told him that it was ready. "It's about time!", he yelled. "Now clean up this mess.", he said. I looked into the living room and almost yelped at the array of wrappers and beer cans all over the floor.

I know what your thinking. Why is her dad eating without her. Well, I don't normally eat. I'm not bulminic or anorexic. It's just that my dad doesn't want me to eat 'his' food. I normally just sneak down to the kitchen every couple of nights to get something small like an apple. My dad says that I'm fat, but I have to eat to keep alive, right?

I walked to the supply closet and got out a trash bag and started picking up the trash.

After I had cleaned the up the mess I went outside and threw the bag in the trash. As I turned to walk back in the house, I realized something.

 

I could run away.

 

 

 

 

 

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