This story contains mention of abuse. If you don't like to read stories of that sort, then I advise you to not read this story. I understand other people don't like to read things like this. I will tell everyone now, I have never been abused nor do I approve of any type of abuse. This is not meant in a mocking manner towards people who have been abused. This is a very serious topic and I know some people in my life that have been abused. If you are abused or know of any being abused, tell me, tell trusted adults, tell friends, tell trusted family. If you abuse anyone, stop abusing them right now. This story also is not intended to copy the After trilogy, Dark, or any other story. If it does copy your idea, I apologize right now because that is not what I have intended. No hate towards me.
Today is the day. Today is the day that I am getting away from this horrible way I'm living and can finally be happy after 18 years of horror. My name is Nellie Goodman. My mother died giving birth to me. The doctors said that it was either my life or hers and chose to sacrifice herself for daughter. She never told him, so he thinks it was my fault. I also blame myself for it, even though it wasn't my fault. All my life, he has been horrible towards me. He hurts me everyday of my life. I am also hurt by my 'boyfriend'. He was sweet and great for the first month but he then changed suddenly. Since I was 13, we have been 'dating'. He controlled who I talked to, what I wore, where I went. Then, the next week he started hurting me. I have tried to end it with him multiple times but he would hurt me and finish with saying he would be the one saying it ended and we weren't close to being done yet. I have seen him cheat and flirt with other girls right in front of my face. Today, all of this ends.
I am leaving New Jersey and going to London, attending Oxford University for literature.
I am already packed ready to leave this place. It is 4:30 in the morning and I'm about to get ready. My supposed father won't wake up until 2:00 in the afternoon, so I don't need to worry about him. I already got a new phone and new number, so he can't find me being the stupid man he is. I get up and walk over to my desk chair where I laid out my outfit last night. It is a pair of skinny jeans, a black loose t-shirt, and a red plaid flannel shirt unbuttoned. I slip them on and put on my British flag socks. I walk over to my nightstand and put my mom's old faux pearl earrings in, put my favorite catching fire bracelet on, put on my cross ring, put on my music note necklace, and put on my key+ heart lock necklace that my mom gave me. She gave this to me and told me everything about her and what I need to know in a gift. She told me almost a novel. It was 14 pages long. I know that if she were here today, that she would care for me, love me, tell me everything and be the perfect mom that I never had. I love her with all my heart and know she does, too. I head to my bathroom and do my make-up. I never like to put on make-up, so I do my usual, putting on foundation to cover my bruises and applying my Almay mascara along with my pink Baby Lips. I sprit some Pretty & Pink by Pink on my wrists. I brush my teeth and brush my long curly blond hair deciding to leave it down and natural since I will on a boat for hours on end. I walk out of my bathroom with everything left that was in there piled in my hands. I stuff them into a suitcase and stand up. I plop on my bed slipping my feet into my favorite black converse. I reach for my phone and stand up walking to my door. On my door rack, I have a grey beanie that I slip onto my head, a small brown cross-body purse, and my British flag bag that is my carry on for the boat ride. I take both bags and sit back on my bed with them. I grab my money, charger, I.D. holder also holding some other cards, letter from my mom, and my car keys from my nightstand, stuffing them in my purse. I check my carry on to see my Mac laptop, external charger thing, Pride and Prejudice the book, Our Faults in The Stars book, Wuthering Heights the book, and my kindle. I have the real copies of these books because they were my mom's and even though they are beaten up and worn-out I still love to use these specific ones. I put my carry on with my four suitcases and walk out of my my room. I head downstairs and walk into the kitchen. I grab an apple and fill up a water bottle with water and pour in crystal light lemonade mix. I walk back up stairs to my fathers bedroom. He doesn't sleep in here but in the basement. Don't ask me why, he is a crazy physco. I grab 10,000 dollars from his closet and grab all of the credit cards since I know the card number and he can't sue since I pay for all of them, and technically he is stealing from me by having them and using them. He doesn't even know the card number and he can't sign for them because they are in my name. He can try to sue but he would have his case dismissed as soon as they see that they are mine. I walk back in my room and grab my things. I trudge two suitcase in each hand out to Ford Escape and put them in to trunk. I head back in and head to my mother's old room. I look through everything and make sure that known of her things are left in this place that some people might like to call home. Nothing is left in here and I walk to the attic and grab the last of her boxes. I trudge them down the stairs and walk back to my father's room. I check everything to make sure that he has nothing of my mom's or mine. Nothing that has my interest is in there, so I head to my room. I check to see if anything else is in my bathroom, closet, under the bed, every drawer in both rooms and check everything thing that could hold anything. Nothing has been left which means I can leave the man and this house that I dream to never see in my life. I walk out my bedroom with the boxes and a smile wiped across my face happy to leave. I get to the front door and open it. This it it!
"Bye." I say.
With that, I shut the door and put the boxes in the back seat. I turn the key and the engine roars to life also happy to leave this place once and for all. I have to make a few more stops and then I am heading to the airport. I turn on the music and Ed Sheeran comes into play from my cd.
After a 10 minute drive, I stop at the grocery store because I need some snacks. I walk in to the store and walk through the aisles. I add sour patch kids, Hershey kisses, gummy bears, gum, Twizzlers, Laffy Taffy, two bananas, four different Arizona's, Kaishi cheese crackers, garlic croutons, and bread fresh from the bakery part. I check out and put the bags in the front seat. I jog to the other side and hop in.
I drive out of the parking lot and head to the loading dock. I know the owner and the guy is really nice. I told him and he had asked if he could take on his ferry, so I obliged and said of course. He said he couldn't take me but he said that he is going to have his grandson take me. His grandson's name is Johnny and is 19 years old. I never met him but he seems sweet by the way his grandfather talks of him.
After 20 minutes of driving, I get to the loading dock and see only one boat. That is my ride! This is it! This day I have been waiting all my life and it has finally come! I drive onto the boat and turn off my car. I hop out and see an attractive young male standing in boots, jeans, and a white t-shirt that shows his biceps in a perfect way with his brown hair swiped to the side.
"Hello, you must be Johnny. I am Nellie." I say.
"Hello, Nellie. You even more beautiful than my grandpa had told me. I'm Johnny." He tells me shaking my hand.
"Are you ready for the six hour boat ride?" Johnny asks.
With that, I get in my car check my phone. I already told my friends and they are happy for me knowing how much I wished to attend Oxford. We are all leaving kind of around this week. I never told them about Jake hurting me or about my 'father' hurting me. They knew I hated my father but they had no clue of why. Only Darrel, Johnny grandfather and owner of the ferry, knows about me getting hurt by people. I grab my lemonade from earlier and take a few sips between chewing my apple. I am glad that I brought along food since I am always hungry. I get out of my car and grab my carry on from the trunk. I sit in the trunk with my Mac laptop on my lap while going through my email. I have an email from the school and click on it to read what the email says.
Dear Nellie Goodman,
We are glad that you accepted our offer of a full ride to Oxford. We are excited to have you attend our college. We would like to inform you of things such as your classes, dorm situations, and your Freshman guide. You are in the West Dorm Building on the second floor. The building consists of both genders. Each room has one gender but the bathrooms and the floors are mixed. You have dorm 201, sharing with Kelly Coleman. Your guide is a freshman male named Harry Styles. He lives in dorm 202 and has all of your classes together. He is to show you around campus and some places outside of campus. If you have any questions, please ask him. Thank you again for accepting our offer.
That doesn't seem bad. I just hope Harry is a nice guy.
Next chapter Harry will be included. I won't say if I ship Haylor or not. I put Taylor as Nellie not because of Haylor but because of how she looks and how I wish for Nellie to be. Bye my 'Pickles'.