|1.||Home - Chapter 15||See below|
|2.||Lightheaded - Chapter 16||Read it Now|
|3.||School Starts - Chapter 17||Read it Now|
|4.||The Morning - Chapter 18||Read it Now|
|5.||Good News - Chapter 19||Read it Now|
|6.||School Morning - Chapter 20||Read it Now|
|Home - Chapter 15|
|It wasn’t long before I arrived home, usually it would have been about half an hour for me to walk home. But I had been running, running faster that I had ever remembered. I clambered into the house, slamming the door behind me, and leaning against its cold hard wood. Short sharp breaths escaped past my lips, and I began shaking all over again, rattling the door in its hinges. It had happened before. And this time I was expecting it. I began to control myself, my breathing slowed but I still felt like I was running. A light flickered on upstairs, and I heard some heavy footstep clamber down the stairs.|
Charlie’s shape loomed over me, his eyes became bloodshot and his fists clenched. His facial expression became confused at my lopsided stand, clinging onto the door handle for support. He glanced down to my feet, noticing my lost shoe; his face became angrier than I had ever seen.
“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING? SLAMMING THE DOOR WAKING EVERYONE UP... ONLY TO COME IN WITH MUD EVERYWHERE AND ONE MISSING SHOE!” He shouted at me. I pulled my arm to my face, wiping away the spit he had showered me with. My hand suddenly pointed towards his face, my arm outstretched, and my finger inches away from his grotesque nose. I forced myself into putting as much acid into my voice as possible.
“You,” I snarled “You know nothing about me, you know nothing about what I’ve been through, I don’t know why mum ever married you; I’ve seen the bruises you’ve left her, you are a cruel person, and you could never replace my father!”
I instantly regretted that after I’d said it. He grabbed my bony wrists, but then he suddenly loosened his grip, making my head spin with confusion and anger, his eyes flashed to my wrist then to my face.
“What … WHAT HAVE YOU BECOME?” He shouted, spraying more spit into my face. “GET OUT OF MY FACE, GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, YOU ANOREXIC BITCH!” He shouted after me. I had begun to run down the road halfway through his sentence. I had no tears left to cry, no feelings flouted through me now. I felt empty; too much had happened to quick. There was only one place I could think of going. My Meadow.
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