I woke up this morning knowing nothing will ever be the same again. Memories of last night come flooding back to me and the pain is unbearable. I haven't exactly had a sheltered life so far but last night I experienced something no one wants to experience.
Last night I arrived home late, i'd been down to Michelle's house having a drink and a chat about the usual, boys that we were interested in, general gossip that had been flying round school and bitching about girls that we disliked. Stumbling up my front path, I heard loud music playing from inside. I didn't think anything was wrong because Mum and Dad always have a few friends round on a Friday night, However as I struggled to turn the key in the door I heard shouts and glass breaking. I rushed to open the door and ran straight into the front room, to find Dad with his hands around Mums neck. I panicked, but had a sudden rush of adrenaline through my blood, furious at Dad for being violent with her.
"Get the fuck off her!" I screamed at him as I ran into the room, pulling him off her and slapping him hard. Mum collapsed on the floor crying, and that moment was the first time i'd ever felt any sort of hatred towards my dad.
"I'm so so sorry, I lost my temper bab I didnt mean to hurt her," Dad said, looking at me with tears in his eyes.
"Why!? What did she do that was so bad that you had to resort to violence!"
"Nothing, she didn't do anything, it was me, i'm sorry." He looked at me for a few seconds then put his shoes on and left.
I looked down at Mum, now sitting on the sofa, and had no idea what to say to her. I'd never seen Mum or Dad cry before, but tonight ive witnessed both. The adrenaline I had felt earlier had disappeared and was replaced with confusion and pain.
"Get yourself off to bed darling, i'll be fine in a minute I just need to calm down, I wont be long going to bed myself," Mum said, wiping the tears from her face and gently massaging her neck.
I left the room but instead of going to bed I went into the kitchen and made Mum a steaming cup of coffee. As I was waiting for the kettle to boil I stood by the window, looking for Dad and wondering where he had gone.
"Here you go Mum, drink this please, then ill take you up to bed."
"Okay sweetheart"
I'm sure I dreamt about this last night too, Dads not a violent person, is he?
Four Weeks Earlier...
I woke up early so I had plenty of time to get ready. I was up until early hours texting my boyfriend Tyler, and he was who I was going to see today. The topic of conversation last night was sex, when we were going to do it, if I was ready and all the rest of it. I told him that I was ready, and we'll do it today but now i'm not so sure. Its not like we're rushing into things, we have been together for 2 months now, its just that i've had my heart broken in the past and I find it hard to trust anyone. I was with my ex for five months before I slept with him and as soon as I did, he cheated on me with my "best friend". Trust me she isn't my best friend anymore the whore. He probably cheated on me before but this is the first time i'd caught him out. Ever since then I haven't slept with any boyfriends, but I do really think that Tyler might be the one. He is absolutely gorgeous, with naturally tanned skin, deep brown eyes and sandy brown hair. His muscles never fail to make my knees go weak, and his voice is deep and sexy. I always compare him to Leonardo Di Caprio, it seems to give him a big head though.
I rolled out out of bed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and plodded over to the bathroom. Right, to-do list: shower, shave, dry hair, straighten hair, make-up, nails, clothes, shoes, bag and go. Hmm, all this needed to be done in the next 3 hours. Should be possible. Hopefully.
