The One

Chapter 2

My dad stumbled in the door the most drunk I have ever seen him. He was angry and yelling at me saying it my fault that mum had died.

"It's all your fault! She's dead because of you, I hate you! I never want to see you again!" My father yelled.

My father came at me and started to hit me hard. I screamed in pain. But he didn't stop. He slapped my face, and punched my face. I could already feel the bruises forming. Then he stopped.

He was crying, he sat down on the floor and then said, "Jamie! By the time I'm done having a nap I want you out of this house!"

I quickly ran up stairs with tears in my eyes. A million questions ran though my head. What happened to my loving and caring father? How could it be my fault that mom died?? Why was he kicking me out of the house? Why did he hit me?

I grabbed all the clothes I could find and put them in a bag, then I got the money I was saving for university and stuffed it in there too.

I looked in the mirror I had cuts all over my face and body, bruises were forming. I looked gross. I can't believe my father did this to me.

Where would I go? Who could I stay with? In school I was a loser picked on by other kids because I was always reading doing my work at school. They called me a nerd, and a loser. I didn't really have any friends I could stay with.

I finished packing and walked down stairs. My dad was pasted out on the couch. I couldn't believe my dad was doing this to me. It hurt me so much, almost as much as he hurt me. I still loved my dad even after he hit me its not his fault he was just upset. I thought my dad loved me, and with that I left my home. I walked out into the cold raining England.