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.


6. Hurt

Jessie's P.O.V.

Then me and Marcel went into the kitchen and started 'organizing the medicine cabinet'.

"Thank you." I mumbled quietly, not being sure if dad was asleep or not.

"No problem." he said back.

"I wonder if dad is asleep yet." I wondered aloud.

"I'll check." Marcel said.

Then walked out into the living room.

I'm honestly surprised that he didn't hit me before Marcel arrived. He looked close to it. The worst he's done was when I had broke one of his wine bottles. I was in the kitchen, sneaking down for a sandwich. As I was getting the bologna out when I had knocked over a wine bottle and it broke against the tile floor. Making sure it hadn't woken my dad up, I started picking up the pieces and drying the stout liquid up with flimsy paper towels. After I had cleaned it up I finished my sandwich and ate it. Man it tasted good. I woke up to the sound of my dad screaming my name. He sounded mad. I rushed down the stairs.

"Why do I smell my wine everywhere?" he had said.

"I knocked over your wine bottle and it broke." I said truthfully.

He didn't even ask why I was in the kitchen last night. He just slapped me. Well more like punched. Then kicked me in the gut. I laid on the ground, trying to regain the breath that he had knocked out if me. Then he started taking off his belt. Then he whipped me with it. It wasn't on my bum though. He wasn't even paying attention to where the belt hit me. The first one went across my stomach. I had yelled out in pain. Then he whipped me again. This time it had went across my legs. Then again, this time on my back, and the next time, lets just say, dangerously close to my face.

"Never, EVER, touch my drinks, EVER, again!" He yelled.

Then he left me in the kitchen, feeling like dying from the loss of breath and the sprained ankle I had gotten from falling.

"All clear." Marcel said as he walked back into the kitchen. Snapping me out of my daze.

"Oh, yeah, great. So what about that table?" I asked.

"Oh well we need to get the broken one out first. I already unloaded the not broken one." He said.

"Ok well you can get the bigger pieces and I will get the smaller pieces." I suggested.

"Sounds like a plan." he said.

After we had picked up most of the bigger pieces, and loaded then onto his truck, I swept up the smaller pieces that we really couldn't pick up with our hands.

"Jessie!" Marcel said as I was throwing away the dust from the table.

"What is it?" I asked when I got to Marcel.

"The table won't fit through the door." he said.

"Well that can't be good. Try putting it through sideways." I suggested.

He did as I said.

"No, still won't fit."

"Well we have a window in the basement that's wider than the door." I stated.

"Why do you have a window that's bigger than your door?"

"I don't know."

"Ok but it fit all the way through?"

"Oh, yeah. Nope." I said.

"Are we going to have to take the legs off of the table, then put it in here?" I asked. I really hope that the answer is no.

"First lets see if any other windows are wider than the door."

Then I had an idea.

"My balcony!" I exclaimed.

"We have a ladder in the garage that we can use, and I can be and the top of the ladder and you can be on the bottom and the table can be in the middle, then all we have to do is get it through the doors and down the stairs. Of course doing this all without hurting it."

I looked at Marcel's shocked face. I couldn't tell if it was because I had thought of that idea so quickly, or if it seemed impossible. I thought it was a pretty good plan if I may say so myself.

"Wow, ok that's actually a really good plan." he stated.

"I'll go get the ladder."

I got the ladder and positioned it on the balcony while Marcel brought the table over.

"Ok. So I'll grab one side of the table and climb up a bit, the you will get the bottom side, ok?"

"Will it fit through your bedroom door?" he asked.

"Yep, I already checked."

The plan went perfectly. I wonder what Marcel's mom will say. It was already lunch break at school. Well he doesn't have 1st period on Mondays so he sleeps in, and his mom is already at work.

I finished putting all of my run away things in my bag and started walking to school.








A/N: Ok, so I made a new cover..... how ya'll likin' it?? And I will also be doing less author's notes. Bye-bye my frolicking pigeons!!

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