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He took hold of my arm, like i was some kind of criminal. His grip was hard and impossible to wrip me free from. I guess this was just how my life was, i'd learned to live with the bruises and marks. No matter what i said to my mom, she wouldnt believe her husband could be such a horrible man. I couldnt do anything about it, until i met Lucas Robert Hemmings. He showed me how life was suppose to be, how love felt. I'd never let anyone in, he just kinda find a way by himself....

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>>Jadalynn<<

 

After the fifth time of moving this year, i'd finally got into it's place in my new room in Sydney, Australia.

I was really from Boston, United Kingdom.

But my mom always moved far away, everytime things got though.

That was how she'd done her whole life, and getting me didn't chance a single thing.

It's been 17 years since she had me, and i'd grown up with moving from house to house.

I never got my hopes up about making some friends, cus we always moved away before i could tell anyone my name.

I only had one true friend, Winnie.

Back in the UK.

She'd been my friend since the first school day back in the old years, and she didn't leave or forget me just because i moved away.

 

My mom had alot of boyfriends when i was a kid, now it get pretty serious with this guy Bruce.She had been with for almost 10 years now.

He was okay, but when my mom wasn't around he always tried to get close to me.

He once had tried to kiss my neck and tell me how beautiful i was.

I didn't even bother anymore.

I'd tried to tell my mom the things that had happened, and how when i said no and pushed him away, he started pulling me in my hair into this room he called his office.

Where he started hitting me and threatened me saying that if i didnt suck his dick.

He would tell my mom how i was some stupid ass kid, i was waste of her time and tell her to send me away.

I didn't want that, i never wanted to leave my mom.

I'd tried saying no a few times, and no matter how hard i tried i always ended up naked with him.

He was about the 47 years old, just as my mom.

 

I didnt tell anyone about the things that happened at home, i just ran to my room and crawled crying to bed.

Once when i was 14 i tried telling my mom about how Bruce made me have sex with him, but she didnt believe me.

She just yelled at me and screamed how big of a liar i was.

 

I never had a boyfriend, i never even invited a boy home with me.

I'd never had anyone in my room.

I didnt want anyone in the same house as Bruce.

I guess i just was worried that he would hurt the people that mattered to me too.

 

My name is Jadalynn Foster, im almost 17 years old and as you can read.

I'm not exactly the popular girl in school.

 

>Jadalynn!<

I quickly got up and walked down the old grey stairs and towards the moden kitchen, where my mom was putting all her cups into its place.

>There you are< 

I looked at her.

>What did you want?<

She walked towards me and opened her iphone cover with her card and money in.

>We're ordering pizza for dinner, what do you want?<

I rolled my eyes.

>I'll just have a box of fries<

I sighed and was about to walk upstairs, when Bruce walked towards me smiling.

He got infront of me, and wrapped his arms around my waist as he snifted my hair.

>You smell so good Jadalynn, im sure i'll get to see you later. In priavte<

I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath.

>Bruce? Will you please come in here?<

He slapped my ass and walked towards the kitchen, where i could hear him licking my mothers face.

I walked upstairs and into my little room on the 1st floor.

 

I looked around my room, as i sighed again and tried to hold in my tears.

My room was small.

There was just enough space for my three quarters bed, my night Table, My desk and my closet inside the wall.

The walls was painted Black, that was how i mostly liked it.

Dark, so i didnt have to face anyone.

My carpet was grey, and had a few spots on it already.

My phone buzzed in my pocket in my skinny black jeans, as i was about to go to bed.

I grapped it out of my pocket and looked at the screen.

My black Iphone 5s was getting really ruined and slow, but my mom wouldnt buy me a new one so i had to live with the one i had.

I just got a new number, an Australian one.

Winne waa calling me on facetime.

I didnt anwser.

 

I didnt really want to talk to anyone at the moment.

I hadnt talked to her for like 2 weeks i think, i was sure she had other things to do as well and didnt mind me not anwsering her.

She had lots of friends she could talk to, i wasnt worried for her.

 

I closed my eyes for second and tried to really get myself relaxing.

Not thiniking about Bruce.

Not thinking about my mom.

Not thinking about how i had to start at a new school in the morning.

Meeting new people, who wouldnt even get to remember my name before i was gone again.

 

>JADALYNN! THE FOOD IS HERE<

My mom yelled from the end of the stairs and i was sure she didnt even bother to wait for my anwser to see if i wasnt dead.

 

I slowly got out of bed, and walked downstairs.

I hadnt ate dinner or breakfast with my mom and Bruce for a few years.

I didnt want to look at Bruce if i would avoid it.

I quickly grapped my fries and the ketchup and walked upstairs into my room again without saying one word to my mom or Bruce.

 

I ate as much as i could and left my dog with the rest.

My little Husky boy called Rex.

He was my best friend.

I'd only had him for a half year now, but i loved him more than i loved anyone else.

 

After a few hours i walked downstairs to get some cola, when Bruce stopped me in the hall and Looked at me with that I-WANT-YOU-NOW look in his eyes.

It scared me.

He grapped my arm, and sniffted my hair again.

>Lets go to my office, dont you think little lady?<

Before i could anwser, he was already kissing my neck.

I pushed him away from me, and looked at him.

>No Bruce, i dont want to<

 

He swung his arm from behind and on to my face as he looked mad at me.
My cheek burned as I started to cry and ran out the front door and toward the beach.

 

I held my right hand on my burning cheek, as tears ran down my face and the wind flowded through my hair.

 

 

 

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