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Post by mattass on Nov 29, 2005 18:14:13 GMT 1
I looked around. He was asleep, i thanked god and walked silently and slowly upstairs to my room. Really wish he wouldnt wake up. "KELLY" I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around slowly. There he stood with the same angry look as he was about to kick me once more. There and then i knew what was coming. "I was late because i was home at Jessicas to do homework" I said and sent him a pleading look. "Thats not gonna work on me young girl, i know where you were, out fucking guys, getting drunk...Your pathetic" He said and walked towards me. I backed into the wall and looked at him. "No...no.. Its true.. I was doing homework with Jessica" I said. "I dont believe you" SMACK! First one. My cheek was burning from the hit. I looked at him with tears in my eyes. "Your one pathetic little piece of crap" SMACK! This time it was my eye. I looked down and felt his knee hit my stomach, i sank to the ground and held my hands on my stomach. I just wanted to get out of this house and never come back. But it wasnt that easy, i was only 17 and had a bit more time left in school. The next kick came and was sent straight to my head. Everything went black and i wasnt able to know what he was doing to me now. When i woke up it was 8.20 and i was late for school, i ran into the bathroom to change and looked at the bruises. My eye was black and my ribs was hurting like damn. "What excuse should i used now?" I asked myself. 10 minutes later i walked into the school ground and ignored the looks i got from the people looking at me. I took a deep breath and walked into school, Harry, a guy who recently had moved to town came up to me. We had gotten well along already the first day and i liked hanging out with him. "oh god kelly.... what happend to you?" he asked. "I... I kinda walked into my door last night when i got home" I said looking straight into his eyes.
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Post by Kristin( : on Nov 29, 2005 21:04:52 GMT 1
aaaw! skrive mere please
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Post by Cydonia on Nov 30, 2005 15:50:05 GMT 1
Me like ;D
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Post by mattass on Nov 30, 2005 18:14:04 GMT 1
First class started and he sat down next to me, i leaned over him and picked up my bag, the pain in my ribs took over and he looked at me. "Whats wrong?" he asked. "Too much sit - ups" I said with a laugh. "Oh" School finished and i walked outside thinking about what i should do to drag out time to not go home until i was set to be inside the house for more beating. Harry ran upto me. He was in a good mood, i took a harder grip around my books and looked at him. "Wanna go to my house and watch some movies?" He asked. "Sure" I mumbled while thanking god. A few more hours away from dad. I really didnt wanna go home. Getting home to Harry i smiled looking around, Mrs Judd greeted us with a smile from the kitchen. Turned out they were having pizza and i got invited, something i didnt say no to. Inside Harrys room i sat down on his bed, he put on a movie and sat down next to me. He cuddled up to me, as he saw my scared look he back away sending me a weird look telling that he didnt understand what was going on.
2 hours later Mrs Judd yelled it was time for dinner and we walked downstairs, sitting down next to Harry i sniffed at the pizza smell and licked my lips. To be honest i havent felt more safe then when i spent time at the Judders house. They took care of me and i didnt have to think about when the next kick or hit was gonna happen. When i looked at the watch in Harrys room a few hours later i felt like a old lady having a heartattack. It showed 22.34. "OH GOD, im so in trouble now.... I gotta go.. bye" I mumbled taking my back pack and jacket before speeding out the door. Getting home at 11 my dad sent me a murdering look as i closed the door. "I was at ... a friends house.. I lost track of time.." I said, hanging my jacket over the banister looking at him. "And brain activity... You were gonna be home at 10.. its 11 now.. YOUR IN TROUBLE" He yelled getting up from his chair. "Oh no..." I mumbled before the first punch was sent into my cheek. "Im sorry" "YOU SHOULD BE" he yelled kicking me as i was on the ground crying out in pain. There was a knock on the door and dad stopped. He turned around i got up running into the bathroom. I closed the door and listend. "Hey.. Is Kelly here?" I knew the voice. It was Harry. "Oh god...Im dead" I said to myself. "Yes, she is in the bathroom now...she is taking a shower.. How can i help you?" Dad asked. The same old voice, pretending that everything was okay. "Well.. She forgot her scarf and history book at my place... We lost track of time, our teachers gave us a ton of homework...You know how it is.." "Yeah.. Totally" Answered dad with a laugh. I hated him. I hated him so much. "Alright.. Well heres her stuff.. I better get home before mom grounds me.." Said Harry before he left. I walked over to the mirror, lifting up my sweater i noticed the bruises on my stomach. Big blue and yellow marks. I touched one part gently.... it was as someone was playing tennis on my ribs. Crying out in pain dad pounded on the door. "GET OUT OF THERE YOU WHORE" He yelled. "One minute..." I answered before i pulled my sweater back down and opend the door. My whole body fell over as he pushed me onto the floor, i hit my head on the bathroom floor and i felt my head crack open. At least it felt like that as i was knocked out. Waking up just a few minutes later i saw dad on the floor next to me. "What have i done.. Its all so clear now.. I shouldnt have.. oh god.." he sulked. I heard him sniffing and crying as i looked up. The blood tast in my mouth was so clear now, i lifted my head a bit and turned my head around, the area my head had been on was full off blood. "Oooh kelly" Dad mumbled holding me. "Its okay dad" I said patting his back. "Im sorry....Im so sorry.. Its not gonna happen again" He said crying his heart out. "I know..." All though i was lying i didnt want him to beat me more tonight. We broke apart and he got up. I got a towle from the bathroom and whiped up the blood. "Go shower honey.. and i`ll make you some food before you got to bed" He said. I turned around. I had never heard him say that, he never did a thing for me, all i had to go through since mom left 5 years ago was hitting, kicking and yelling. "Alright" i mumbled. As i got out of the bathroom i saw the kitchen table full of good food, i sat down and looked at Dad. Maybe he was changing, maybe my life could get better now. He smiled and fixed himself a cup of coffee. "Who is that Harry boy?" he asked. "A boy i met when he moved here about 2 months ago. He invited me over today to watch movies with him and we did a bit of our homework as we had the chance to it after dinner" "Oh, How old is he?" "17" "Alright. Sounds like a nice young man" What the hell was up with his act. All i could take and was used to was the samething every night, he got home from work at 5, ate dinner and watched tv the rest of the night and drank beer, so when the night came he beat me up and went to bed. I was left knocked out or totally unconcious for a few hours or days. And it all began again. "He is, he is good in about half of the classes we have at school so its good to have a friend to talk to about homework" "Its that all you talk about..?" "Yeah, and movies ... books.. music... soccer...the basic things" Aha! He was afriad that i had let it spill about the abuse. I didnt even wanna say; "Dont worry.. I dont tell about the abuse.." Cuz he would flip then. We finished our little midnight snack and i went to brush my teeth. Getting into bed i prayed to god i would survive tomorrow. Falling asleep I felt a bit happy, I knew i had support in Harry if i told him. But i couldnt do that, i practically wrote my own death wish if i opend my mouth to him. The next morning dad had already gone to work when i woke up, i fixed myself some food, got dressed and went to school. Harry greeted me at the gate with a huge smile and we walked inside. "So... wanna hang out today?" asked Harry and smirked. "Cant.. gotta do my homework and make dinner for dad before he gets home" I mumbled, in my mind i knew i had day of kicking and hitting ahead of me again. He always found something to yell for, or kick. "Oh.. okay..." He mumbledd, i could hear he wasnt happy about it. "Tomorrow.. I promise.." I said with a smile and walked into history class. "Cool" In 3 period we had english and a test, which went totally wrong for me. 20 minutes into the test mrs Harrison yelled at me, turned out the shools jock who sat next to me was copying my test. "What? What should i be punished for? I didnt know the brainless jerkhead was copying my test?" i yelled back to her. "Well then maybe you should look out better the next time... detention for both of u after school" She mumbled taking my and the jocks test. I turned to him and bit my lip. "Asshole" I mumbled and took my bag walking out of class. "Dont you dare walking out that door ms Watson" yelled Mrs Harrison. "Yeah?.. Watch me.. bitch" I muttered opening the door and took a step out of the classroom. "PRINCIPALS OFFICE NOW" she yelled. "FINE" I yelled back. Sitting in the principals office Harry came walking in. He sat down. What the hell was he doing here? I was called in, i sat down looking at the tiny man infront of me. He was known for his temper, and i really didnt wanna piss him off. Humming along to some green day song i looked at him. What was he gonna say? "Well.. I hear you got out on the wrong hand in Mrs Harrisons class... allthough i understand why... she tend to give out detention even if you smile the wrong way a day....But i hear you called Pete a brainless jerkhead and a asshole.. and yelling Bitch to your teacher before walking out the door" "Sheesh, they pissed me off, it wasnt fair that i was gonna get detention for some stupid thing where the schools di...jock... got caught copying my test... did i tell him he could do it? No. Yes it wasnt right of me a total bitch towards both.. but ive had enough beeing the victim everytime something happens here.. Ive got enough a....Ive got enough having to be here in school.." "You`ve got enough at home?" he asked. "What? No....nuuh.." "What do you mean?" "Nothing" "You dont have to take that detention, but you have to take the test over again and we are gonna fix a book report you have to do over the weekend for your outblow in class... you can leave now" Leaving his office i didnt notice him thinking like a mad man, i had almost told him about the abuse at home. So if he found out now dad would kill me. Harry got me out of my thoughts as i got out of the office, he jumped up looking at me. We went to lunch, getting our food we looked around to find a table, Pete came over to me and sent me this jerky smile. "Sorry" he mumbled. "For what? Not having brain activity enough to read for the test or copying my test.. you know.. Im sick of you getting me into trouble all the fucking time... so please... leave ME ALONE FROM NOW ON" I yelled at him walking away, leaving him with a scared look on his face. "Wow.. girl.. whats with the attitude today?" asked Jessica as she came up to us. "Im just sick of being the one who gets the shit when someone gets into trouble”
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Post by lenca on Nov 30, 2005 18:35:43 GMT 1
Ohhh... Mer! Skriv mer!! ;D
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Post by mattass on Nov 30, 2005 18:41:11 GMT 1
Im working on it
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Post by Cydonia on Nov 30, 2005 18:47:56 GMT 1
kuli ;D
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Post by mattass on Dec 1, 2005 12:00:36 GMT 1
I was in the kitchen cooking dinner as dad slammed the door shut. "Whats for dinner?" He asked, the usual question. Not: How was your day honey?! I frowned quietly for myself before biting my as i answered: "Pizza" "Alright, let me know when its done" He mumbled taking a beer out of the fridge before walking into the living room. God! Why couldnt he just open his eyes and see what he was doing to me. 20 minutes later i called him into the kitchen to eat dinner. We ate in silence before he got up from the table and went into the living room again. I was left behind to do the dishes. "Im gonna do my homework now" I said 15 minutes later before i headed upstairs to do my homework. No wonder i had so good grades in all the classes. I was doing my homework all the time, so i had an excuse to be away from my dad. As i went to bed that night i was happy. He hadnt touched me all day, but i was scared he would hurt me during the night. One time he got home from work, he was drunk, i was 14 and he had gone further than he was supposed to. He beat me up for not washing the clothes right and then he practically raped me. Even today im scared he is gonna do it again. So i tried to do everything as best as i could, it still wasnt good enough. I layed awake til 3 that morning, thinking about what he had done. Going back forth in my mind to see if i should tell Harry about it. I had known the guy for 2 months but i trusted him more than anything. Allthough i should be afraid of boys because of what dad did to me, i just.. I felt like Harry was my brother or something. I found love in him, he loved me as a friend, for who i was and what i did. He didnt hate me. Christmas camed and past along, dad was nice to me during christmas. I was shocked because of the sudden change in his attitude towards me. The other times he had beaten the shit out of me and left me bleeding, knocked out alone in my room. And Christmas was his favorite holiday to beat me up. Just 3 months after christmas Harry told me he was going to London for an audition for some band he wanted to get into. "If you wanna go Harry.. do it.. " I said one day we sat at Mcdonalds after school. "You really think so?" He asked looking at me, i laughed and he sent me a asking look. "You`ve got ketchup smeared all around your mouth.. You look like a little kid.. here..Im gonna.. just hold your head still.. yeah.. got it" I said and showed him the napkin. "Wops" "Well onto your question, yes, i think you should do it.. Your such a great drummer and if those people say no to you.. Their gonna have to deal with me" "Thanks" I smiled and finished my soda. 2 days later he went to London for the audition, and thats when the abuse got more out of control. The day Harry went to London i got home a little over 5 and a angry dad met me in the hall as i closed the door. "Where have you been?" He asked leaning against the wall. "At the library.. I had to look up something for a school project.. what do you want for dinner?" I asked pulling my coat off. "I dont care.. you were gonna be home at 4... " "I dont finish until 3.30 and it took me some time to look it up and i use 30 minutes home.. you know that" "DONT TAKE THAT TONE ON ME KELLY" He yelled. "Sorry" I said walking into the kitchen, i didnt get that far. As i just into the kitchen i got pulled back by my hair and sent straight into the wall. I felt my head starting to bleed once again. Dad looked at me. "Please.. no dad.." I said as he kicked me as hard as he could in my stomach. He kept kicking until he saw me didnt breathe. I woke up monday morning in the hospital. Harry sat by my side crying, i looked at him smiling. "Kelly" he said as he noticed that i was awake. "Hey" I said. "How are you?" "Been better, What happend?" "I ran into your father, he told me you were going down to get some stuff in the basement and you fell down the stairs, rolled over a knocked over bike and hit the brick wall" "Oh..." I mumbled. On wednesday i got to go home and i met dad outside the hospital. "Hey dad" I said as i noticed him. "Hey Honey" Getting to school on thursday Harry sent me a huge smirk as he caught up with me. "What is it?" i asked. "I got in?" "To the boys toilet?" I asked chuckling. "No.. The band" I stopped dead in my tracks, that ment... he was gonne leave me. I would be alone again. Only this could happen to me, only me. "Thats great man.. Congrats" I said hugging him. Walking into math class i couldnt help but feel sorry for myself. He was gonna leave me soon, now that he had gotten the clear signal on the band thing. That weekend he went down to london again, i was left home with my dad. I was so sure that the next time it would crack for dad i would not survive it. Thankfully i was not in the zone of abuse that weekend. As harry got back he called me on sunday night to tell about his weekend in London. I was happy for him that he had gotten into a band and made his dream come true. But yet... He was gonna move. He would do that pretty soon. And it did, 2 months later he told he was moving. I couldnt help myself so i bursted into tears as he told me. Thats when i decided to tell him about it. It was time. "I gotta talk to you after school" I said to him as we walked into class. "Why?" he asked looking at me. I wrote it on a piece of paper and gave it to him:
Because its time that you know!
We went through the whole school day and he was trying to drag it out of me what i was gonna tell him. As school finished i went outside to the bench,he sat down next to me. By the serious look on his face i could tell he wasnt gonna like what i was about to tell him. "You know all the bruises i have?" "Yeah?" "And the time i was in the hospital" "Yeah?" "Im not clumsy" "What?" "Where do you think i got them from?" He looked at me with a serious look on his face, then his eyes got bigger and bigger by the second. "Dont tell anyone, dont let anyone know what is going on in the watson house.. it cant come out.. or else.. I wont be alive anymore.. I`ve had it like this since my mom left when i was 13.. Im 18 now. It says it all.. I know how to handle it.. I just gotta take it as it comes each day" "Are you serious?" He asked. I pulled my sweater up so he could see all 15 bruises i had, he looked at them before he gawked in shock. A guy walked past me and Harry looking at my stomach. "WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT MORON" I yelled and he practically ran away in shock. "You shouldnt have scared a heartattack on that dude" Said Harry. "I know.. but he pissed me off" I mumbled pulling my sweater down. "You shouldnt put up with the abuse any longer Kelly.. Im moving to London in 4 months. Come along with me honey" "I cant..."
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Post by lenca on Dec 1, 2005 15:28:37 GMT 1
"Sure you can Kelly! Do it!!"
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Post by mattass on Dec 1, 2005 15:44:42 GMT 1
"Sure you can Kelly! Do it!!" Hehe
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Post by Kristin( : on Dec 1, 2005 17:01:53 GMT 1
yeah sure you can kelly
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Post by Cydonia on Dec 1, 2005 21:05:48 GMT 1
yeah, just do it (Nike) HAHA*lættus* God Humor liks. NOT
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Post by mattass on Dec 1, 2005 23:36:14 GMT 1
"Why not? He has been using you as a punching bag since you were 13.. Its time that you get the hell outta there!" "As i said.. I cant.. I just cant.. He needs me.... " "No he doesnt.. let him rot in hell.. He is nothing more than a big asshole, you dont deserve to be beaten up. Your dad needs help and you need to get away from him" "I knew i shouldnt have told you" I said and got up. "Nooo... Kelly wait.. Its a good thing that you did and its true what i said. you need to get the hell out of there" "No.. And DONT tell anyone... Your out of my life if you do" "But kelly.." "Forget it... I dont wanna talk about it" "Kelly.. please.." I walked home to start on the dinner for dad, as he got home he was obviously in a good mood. He kissed my cheek and smelled the food smell that was around us. "Ahhh... Smells good darling... you know you`ve wanted a mp3 player and a computer for a few years now?" He asked. "Uh.. Yeah?" I asked. "Well.. Ive been promoted.. our money state has gotten better honey.. And.. in two hours your computer is gonna be delivered at the door... and here is something i got you since you`ve been so kinda to take care of me all these years" He pulled out a little white box with a mp3 player on it. I stopped in the middle of dinner making and looked at it. "What?" I asked. "Yes, its yours" "Are you serious?" "Yes honey, i am" I snapped out of it and tried to finish the dinner. "But... " "But what? You`ve done so well in school.. your taking care of me.. have you gotten anything back for that?" Beating! I thought to myself. "Well.. I have clothes.. someone who takes care of me.. i have a roof over my head and i have food.. Its enough for me" "Well.. Too late honey.. Here" He said shoving the mp3 player in my hands before kissing my cheek and walking into the living room with a beer. I thought he was gonna stop drinking since he has gotten better. The rest of the day i fixed the house, cleaned, washed clothes, did my homework and hooked my computer up to the internet. I downloaded msn on it and since i already had an account i could log on and see who was on. It wasnt so many, harry was one of them. He saw that i was online and invited me in for a chat. Someone else was added:
- Kelly - says: Whos Ratleg? - Harry Judd <3 says: My mate from the band. Danny Jones. Ratleg Jones says: Hello there love. - Kelly - Says: Hey there Danny. Harry you havent? You know? Ratleg Jones says: What? - Harry Judd<3 has changed his name to Harry Judd needs a bedbug! Harry Judd needs a bedbug says: No. I promised you i wouldnt. Ratleg Jones says: What? Shag meg? - Kelly - Says: No dont worry. He`ll do it when you go on tour. Ratleg Jones says: That was comforting. Thank you for the nightmare im gonna have now. Harry Judd needs a bedbug says: D, Has Tom talked to James about the tour? Ratleg Jones says: Yeah. He did. Charlie said yes. Matt is thinking about it. - Kelly - says: James? James Bourne? Ratleg Jones says: Yep. Why you asking? Harry Judd needs a bedbug says: Because she loves Busted and likes James a lot. I might have forgotten to tell her about Toms friendship with James. *Angel Face*
"KELLY" yelled dad. "COMING" I yelled back,
- Kelly - says: Dads calling. Gotta go. See ya guys. Harry Judd needs a bedbug says: Be careful Kelly. I care about you so much. - Kelly - says: I know. But dont worry... Im still alive. Ratleg jones says: Whats going on? - Kelly - Says: Nothing. See ya boys. I logged off and walked downstairs. Dad was drunk again. "What is it dad?" I asked putting my hands in my pockets on my sweater. Please dont say that its time for beating again! I said to myself. "Why havent you finished the dishes" He asked. "I have..." I mumbled. "There are 3 cups and 5 plates in the sink..." He said. Oh no! I knew where this was going. Once again! He got up and pressed me up against the wall. I could feel his beer breath sweeping over my face. I wasnt strong enough to survive this time. I just wasnt. The first kick came and sent me straight to the ground. "Havent i told you what your supposed to do.. Home.. dinner... dishes.. wash clothes and then... your free to do your home" Between every word he kicked me. I gasped for air as he finished the sentence and cried out in pain. I was so sick of being hit, kicked and yelled at. But yet, i kept telling myself that he needed me. He needed to be taken care of. And i was the only one left to do do that. Mom wasnt here, i hadnt met my grandparents. So the last one in line to look after him was me. Allthough i was burned out everyday from school, the abuse and the household. I wanted to go with Harry to London.. but i had to take care of my father.
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Post by lenca on Dec 2, 2005 11:39:56 GMT 1
Oh come on!! Ta vare på faren sin?? Enda han gjør de fæle tingene mot henne!! Skriv meg inn i historien! Så ska eg gi han et kraftig kick i balla!!! Og sånn at han havner i rullestol... Da kan han iallefall ikkje jule henne opp mer... Kraftig iallefall..
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Post by Cydonia on Dec 2, 2005 13:57:44 GMT 1
høhø... Han faren er rar, noen ganger snill, andre ganger helt jævlig...
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