A screeching cry disturbed my sickening nightmares. I rolled of the rock hard mattress and ambled towards the small room opposite mine.
As I entered I spotted Emily trembling under the covers, the sight of her like this always makes me panic.
" Em what's wrong" I whispered sitting on the edge of her bed. I wanted to hold her but she takes the covers of her face I shouldn't, it makes her panic. A few seconds late she showed her tear stricken face.
"Emily" I cooed patting her silky blonde hair with my fingertips. She looked straight into my eyes waiting for me to mumble our nightly affirmation.
" everything's going to be alright baby"
I picked her trembling body up placing her head on my heart, the simple act always seems to calm her down.
"Em you can sleep with me tonight ok" I whispered as I kissed the top of her head. My baby is safe I thought as I snuggled closer to her tiny body.
Tomorrow I start school, again. I used to go a few years ago but shit happened and boom here I am today. 17 and broke with a 3 year old to take care of. Its a hard knock life, for usss.
If I'm being truthful I've never liked education. Think about it right they teach everyone the exact same way, they want us all to think the same way. If you don't think thats bad you need some serious help.
Unfortunately I need it to succeed, we can't live like this forever. On the run.
The rusty yellow alarm clock screamed through the room almost waking emily Emily up with it. it's already morning I thought whilst stretching my stiff body. I slammed the alarm clock down with every bit of power I had left in me and rolled of the springy mattress.
My closet has a very large variety of clothes, exactly 4 shirts and 4 pairs of jeans, sarcasm intended. Pulling out a black crop top and black high waisted jeans I threw them on the chair along with my towel.
Who else has that problem putting jeans on I always feel like a damn seal. I'm not fat, well that's what people like to call me. I know that I'm curvy, like VERY curvy and jeans take so long to get up my ass.
After I did my morning routine I slipped into my black combat boots and leather jacket. Emily had stirred awake after I showered so there was no need to wake her. lifting her half asleep body up from the bed I carried her to my neighbour.
" listen to aunt Dixie and I promise I'll be home in a few hours"
" bye Avyy" she mumbled whilst gripping my jacket, she's not used to me leaving. yesterday was a whole wreck trying to make her understand I'd be back after school to be with her.
With a smile I knocked on Dixies door.
Dixie is 39 years old. She's the sweetest woman you will ever meet. That is why she helps us, Dixie knows our situation, she helps out by watching over Em whilst I'm at school. There's a tiny percentage of people who are this kind on this evil ass planet.
Mumbling a hi and bye to Dixie and Emily I started my long journey to hell...... Sorry I meant school. Easy mistake.
AN: heyyyyy, thank you for checking out my story. This is one of the first stories I had ever written which means ots cliche as hell 😂 and fast. Surprisingly this is also my most viewed and favoured story.
ALSO, the book cover was made but the amazing Anuta Ruban, her Instagram is @annrubann
I reached the parking lot with a sigh, who knew there would be so much traffic on the way here, the taxi man was cursing the whole way.Glancing around the school yard I almost smiled, almost. This might not be as bad I thought. The rustic castle like look to the school gave me a calming vibe.My only issue is the wi
I got my schedule and headed to my first class maths, ugh who puts maths as first period on a Monday morning. That's fucking torture. CIA should use this schools tactics on how to mentally torture poor helpless human beings. Monsters.334, the grey numbers stood out on the oak door. I was hesitating to go inside not only because I've already made a statement and can't hide but also the fact that I hate people. I peered through the criss crossed window to see very one already seated; even worse.
" we going work" Emily asked as soon as I picked her up from Dixies arms." yes baby, you get to see uncle Greg" I said waving my hands in the air, a smile lit up her face. She loves that man like a father." bye Dixie thanks for looking after her" she smiled and shoo'd us away like she always does.
James entered my apartment with a balling Emily in arms, I prepared to take her but he only walked away from me before I could try." give her to me " I asked as I locked the door and threw my keys on the coffee table."no" he whined, rolling my eyes, I left them in the living room both of them struggling whilst I we
James drove us to school today, I didn't feel like walking at alllll.We reached school slightly early, the car ride was filled with James chatting about the weirdest things in the world and me playing along. It's been quite a while that I've been able to relax.It's worse than yesterday, everyone is gob smacke
I woke up to a firm grip on my waist, his warm breath tickled my ear causing butterflies to erupt in my stomach. Damn it why's he doing this to me, slowly jiggling around I got out of his grip and ran to the bathroom. I gotta pee so bad I swear if he didn't let me go I would've peed right there.I need a damn shower, who else wakes up in the morning sweating buckets, it's not just me. Dropping my clothes I took a 5 minute shower. Emily usually wakes up around this time.
"James get your fat ass out of the shower we are going to be late" I screamed through the corridor, I've made breakfast and even cleaned everything up yet his ass is still showering.I swear I thought it's women who take longer to shower yet this man has been in there for a good hour." chill out chicken"
Dixie could tell I was in a bad mood, she handed me Em with a small smile.I changed Emily and I into our nighties before sitting on the bed, she sat beside me mumbling weird words. Usually I would concentrate on her but today my mind isn't letting me.... He pissed me of and I let him. I didn't even do anything.Emil