Last chapter of Clara and Jack's love story. Please feel free to check out my other two books. Happily not chosen that is also completed Hidden in plain sight that is currently still ongoing updated twice weekly. Thank you all for reading and supporting.
Once again while sitting in class I could see that everyone was looking at the bruises on my arms. I tried to hide them, but Carl hasn't exactly been making it easy for me to hide them like he did in the beginning. I don't believe that I could still call him my stepdad because of what he was doing to me. He isn't worth the word dad at all anymore. He had been beating me since I turned six. I can't remember much from before and the only thing that is still really vivid is the day mum told me that dad had died sometime after my birth. I can't even remember how he looks like anymore. Mum and Carl threw away or hid all the pictures or something because there isn't any around the house. I wouldn't dare ask about one again as that didn't go well with Carl. The only thing that I have that is remotely linked to dad is the dear John letter that was sent to mum when dad had went missing from his platoon and was assumed dead when he didn't show up in the following three days and was nowhere to
Mum and I just stood there crying together. I don't know if mums’ tears are of joy or what but mine is definitely joy and relief. If dad is alive, he can come and save me from Carl and this horrible place I am finding myself in. I couldn't wait for him to come back.I didn't notice the time and Carl found us crying about the letter. He was the nicest and had the softest tone of voice when he took mum to their room to help her to bed. After a while he returned with that look on his face. He closed the door and started stalking towards me while I started walking backwards to try and avoid him coming towards me. I knew whatever I do he would be hurting me again.He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to him. Sitting me down on the floor like a little girl he started kicking and punching me. I tried to crawl to my bed to get under it but before I could fully make it, he had pulled me back by my hair and just kept on hitting and kicking me everywhere he c
I felt that this time Carl had went too far and I would not stop until they had heard my story and believed me to be telling the truth. I would not be going back to that house after this. The nurse from before came and told me that the police was here and asked if she could let them in. I smiled and nodded my head yes. She left and a moment later the door opened and in walked three men. I didn't think that was really necessary but what did I know anyways. The first two introduced themselves as Chief Inspector Van Niekerk and detective Black. They both shook my hand and got their notebooks out. I looked to the other man that had come into the room with them but hadn't introduced himself and wondered who he could be. They didn't let me ponder on the identity of this man any longer and the two detectives started asking their questions and writing down my answers. Most of the questions were centred around what had happened before the time that I was beat as they had wanted to get the
One month later I was finally being discharged today and could finally get out of here. I am grateful for everything they have done for me but I definitely miss sleeping in a bed where you are not awoken at five thirty in the morning asking you whether you would like coffee or tea and taking your blood pressure each and every two hours during the night. I waited after I had signed the documentation releasing me from the hospital and with some final care instructions from the doctor and the nurses, I stood outside the hospital with no one waiting to pick me up and take me home. Not dad like he promised. Hell not even mum not that I would have gone with her if she was here but still. I decided to see if Kyle would be able to have someone come and get me and if his parents would mind me staying with them for a while until I found dad. It was probably my own fault because I don't have an address or a phone number or anything of him because I never asked and didn't see the need to hav
I woke up in Kyle's arms. Last night's events flooded into my mind. Kyle said a lot of things but what caught my attention the most was that last sentence that he would kill for me. He could have just said that he loves me because someone won't kill for someone else if it's not a love connection or a close friend. The other thing could also be that he had just said it so that I would calm down enough to go to sleep so that he could go back to sleep. So the question now is if he had really meant it or if he had just said it to calm me down. Wondering and thinking about this will just consume time and that is something that I unfortunately do not have the luxury of as I still need to get a way to find out where dad lives and get there before tonight. I don't think I will be able to survive another night sleeping over at Kyle's house, especially not if he will be saying stuff like last night to me. I tried to get up and out of bed but his arm that was holding me cuddling to him was ju
Never thought I would have the privilege to have a birthday party again. Especially after everything with Carl and mum. Dad said that if I had wanted to I could hold a small get-together for my friends and anyone else that I would want to come and celebrate my birthday with me. At first, I was skeptical about who to ask because friends wise I only have Kyle and nobody else. I didn't want to invite mom because she would be bringing Carl along with her and I wanted him as far away from me as was physically possible. After thinking it over and debating it in my head with myself, like a crazy person yes, I decided that I would invite everyone close to me that knows and helped me with everything before dad came home because ever since the war hero was back everyone wanted to suddenly become my friend. After all, my dad was a hero. I didn't want any one of those fakes at my party and if it ended up only being the four of us then so be it. At least I will hopefully have a wonderful time an
As I was limping toward the house my dad came to help me as soon as he had noticed me limping. He wanted to know what happened while he was helping me to get to his car. "Can I just please go and drop my stuff in the house before I let you take me to the hospital as I know that is what you want to do now?" I asked my dad. I just wanted to get away from the man if he was still chasing after me. I didn't know and I certainly couldn't check now. "No, give me everything you want to put in the house. Once I have you in the car I will drop it in the house coming back to take you to the hospital." I sighed. Dad led me towards his car and helped me into the passenger side before taking my bookbag and backpack I held out to him to drop off in the house. He wasn't even gone a minute before he was back pulling the car out of the driveway into the street. He looked mad and wanted to know what had happened and why and how I had gotten hurt. He looked angry but he assured me that he wasn't mad
When I heard the door opening I opened my eyes thinking it was Kyle that was leaving my room but when I had them open I saw that Kyle was inches away from touching his lips to mine. Knowing this the only explanation for who is at the door could be that it was my dad. I swear I have never seen anyone move as fast as Kyle did when my dad cleared his throat to announce his presence in the room. He was up, off of my bed, and out the door with a rushed goodbye in like three seconds. This had me laughing and I didn't even know what was funnier. Kyle's rushed leaving or my dad's face at what he had caught us doing in my room. After this dad has been acting funny and weirder than normal. What I didn't expect was that he and Kyle would be arranging behind my back to get my dress made and everything else arranged so that I would be ready to go to prom with him. The dress was the most perfect one I have ever seen and I fell in love with it almost immediately when I fit it for the first time