chapter 1. - I still remember that day.

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TW: Mention of abuse and alcohol.

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Finney's POV ~

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That was 4 years ago.

The worst day of my life, i guess..

The day when my dad left me and my sister Gwen, all alone.

Without any letters.
Without any money.
Without anything.

He just left.

Gwen and i were alone for a whole week. Basically - no normal food, no money, no friends that could help us, nobody.

I was only 13 years old and gwen was 11.

We were too scared to call the police, so we just cried all week till we had no tears left.

Until our grandma thought of visiting us in the weekend, and when she arrived, she got really upset.

She cried, hugged us, tried to call dad, but of course he didn't pick up.

She stayed that night with us and comforted us, so we could fall asleep.

The next morning she said that me and Gwen could live with her. Like... move.

And never come back to this shitty house that i grew up in.

All the blood i had saw, the strong smell of alcohol, cigarettes smell, and a abusive dad. It was all... too much for me and my little sister Gwen.

We packed our things that same morning. It took the whole day, but it was worth it.

I packed all my clothes, some photo's of me and gwen that was only a baby then and couldn't talk or walk. And some photo's of me happy.

Happy with mom.

Her death made me really depressed.

Gwen was too young to understand, but she did. She was sad just like i was.

Dad got more abusive.

He hit me with a belt. It hurted really bad. I begged him to stop, he only stopped when the anger left his body.

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When i was finished with packing my things, i cried again.

Not because of dad. Not because of thinking about all the memories i had in this house with mom and Gwen.

Those weren't happy tears either.

I cried because i was scared of what will happen next. How am i going to live? Will it be better living with grandma? Will dad ever come back?

If he comes back. Will he be angry at me? At Gwen? Or maybe angry at grandma cause she took us.

Anyways, i wiped my tears and got into the car. Leaving the house almost empty.

Grandma lived one or two city's away from our city. (Sorry, this made no sense)

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Gwen was tired, so she was sleeping.

I wasn't tired at all. I was more nervous.

Not sure about what, but i was.

I tried to calm myself down by looking throught the window at the sunset that was just about to end, and everthing would get dark.

After a while, i felt my eyes getting watery and i yawn.

Everthing went black.

I passed out.

In the morning grandma woke me up and we went inside the house.

The house was so much bigger and prettier, it even had a second floor.

Gwen immediately ran upstairs.

But i was too busy just standing there, looking around with wide open eyes.

"Wanna go upstairs?" I remember her (grandma) asking me that.

"Sure!"

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I went upstairs to see a big room.

Only for me.

Gwen had a similar room, just a little bit smaller.

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There was a big bed with two night stands on both sides, table with a comfy looking chair, some plants, rug, and my OWN bathroom.

Just seeing all that, a smile appeared on my face.














And that same day.......

Everthing.

Changed.

For me.

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It was just better.

And my dad did not came back.

And i hope that he'll never.

Cause i will never forgive him for threating me and my sister like shit.












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