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.


1. Cancer

           Jessie's P.O.V.


"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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