2. chapter 1
"GET UP YOU FAT COW!!!!" I hear my alarm going off. Aka. My abusive dad.
"IM UUUUUPP!!!" I reply, hoping he doesn't take that as 'back chatting'. since my step mum died my life has been hell.
My name is Jamie and I loved my step mum, she was the kindest and most loving person I knew. Until there was an accident. She was driving home from work one day when a truck hit her on the drivers side angle. Her bones were crushed and you couldn't recognise her because of all the blood. You are probably wondering: why is she talking about her step mum?? Well here's your answer - my real mum is in prison, she is a brutal murderer and I can't stand the sight of her. She went bonkers after dad wanted a divorce, she even tried to kill him when he was coming home from work one night she hid behind the door with a baseball bat so when he walked in she knocked him out. She tried to get him to bleed to death but unfortunately/fortunately I found him. It was a gruesome sight. Dad remarried and then when Claire died it all went wrong.
Dad started to abuse me and I would come home from school already with a black eye and busted lip from the bullies at school but then I would have to put up With it when I got home. It's just me and my dad now, I don't have any siblings anymore....
I take a shower and get ready. I decide on skinny jeans, a dark green challenge shirt and fluro pink converse high tops for my outfit for the day. I walk down stairs expecting to find my dad with his morning brew, normally a bottle of scotch the old bum, but instead he isn't to be seen. "Thank god" I think to myself as a wave of relief washes over me. I pop a slice of bread in the toaster and wait for it to toast. When it is ready I butter it and then put raspberry jam on. My favourite by the way. I grab my bag and keys, toast in my mouth and walk out the door. I start to walk down the street getting away from my house when I hear "YOU LOOK LIKE A FUCKING SLUT TODAY!" oh no "OH WAIT MY MISTAKE, YOU ALWAYS FUCKING DO YOU SKANK!!!" Tears fill my eyes as I turn around and see my dad yelling at me through the bedroom window upstairs. "I can't deal with this any longer" I think.
And that was when I decided I was leaving...