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Lennon Saved Me

  I was running from my home, my mum had just shot my brother, he was back talking her and threatened to call the cops because she had beaten me and him. I was scared because I did not wanna die, my father was out of the picture years ago, my parents were arguing one night then finally got a divorce, he ran away to somewhere in Nevada. I can't say I blame him, who wouldn't wanna run away from a psychopath like my mum. I was a young chap at the time and didn't understand all that was going on, I remember that my mum always used to drink and sometimes when she was really depressed, she popped pills. I guess u could say that she is a druggie, she would sometimes sell drugs to get some money in the house so she could go out and have the time of her life. She forgot about my brother and I, we had to fend for ourselves. We nearly starved to death a couple of times, there was never any food in the house, if there was it wasn't for us and we would get beat if we even thought about touching it. My mum has always beaten on us for various reasons. If you can name it, she beat us for it. My mum sometimes bought strange guys home from work, she says that it's her job to make these men happy. I would hear them in the other room when I was trying to sleep, sometimes the man she was with would hit her and she would be completely ok with it. Then one day this man named Richard, whom my mum called Ringo, stayed over to babysit me. Apparently he was mums new boyfriend. He seemed very nice and being the concerned child I was, I approved. Richard told me that he was in a band but they had broken up. I felt bad, he told me that it was fine and that it was for the best anyway. My mum used to come home drunk and start screaming at me, Richard played along and started to scream at me aswell. I was confused at the time, I wondered why he was so nice when mum was gone but so mean when she was there. Maybe he was trying to impress her or something, which I thought was pretty stupid. I remember mum went out more but Richard became meaner and meaner to me and my brother. He was rude and unfair and soon he began to hit us. Mum would come home and I would try to tell her but she would only beat me around more calling me an ungrateful, dirty, bitch. My brother, being the rebellious teenager that he was would constantly sneak out. When he got home in the morning, Richard and mum would be waiting at the door ready to strike like venomous snakes. He would get beat really hard. We can't forget that he got grounded, but if course he couldn't move, so therefore he couldn't go anywhere anyway. Then one day mum and Richard got into an argument, he beat her than left taking everything but us and her dignity. My brother then came downstairs and started scolding mum telling her how she can't ever keep a boyfriend because she's a selfish lunatic. She started screaming at him and he started his back talking. My brother had some guts, he then got the shit beaten out of him. When he got up he unlocked the door and said that he was gonna call the cops and have her taken to jail and us in a foster home where we can be ticked and not beaten. My mum then pulled out a gun and pointed it straight at my brothers forehead ad said, "I've been waiting to do this for a long, long time!" Then BOOM, he was dead! I was scared and pissed off at the same time. My mum had just murdered my brother, my one and only role model. I then smacked the gun out of that derranged woman's hands and made a flashing start out the front door, I did not know where I was going all i knew was that I wasn't going to stop anytime soon, the last thing I heard from that demon I used to call mum was, " This is not over you little cunt, I will find you and do god help me I will kill you!!" She tried shooting me a few times but luckily she missed. That was scary, knowing that the woman who gave life to you was about one inch away from taking your life away from you. I can't believe I was being shot at by my own mother. Pretty soon I started to notice that I was in a strange neighbourhood, clearly unaware of my surroundings. I saw this man sitting on the side of a local drug store and I asked him where the closest police station was. He looked at me all crazy eyed and pointed me to the left. I was really uncertain but I wanted to try my luck, at this rate I was willing to do anything to get that crazy evil witch behind bars. I was wondering down a street and it was giving me the creeps. I saw smoke coming out of sewers, men who looked like gangsters, i also found some bloodstains on the sidewalks. The only sealable thing on the street was the graffiti, I thought that the graffiti was very creative. Then I saw a man at a bus station, he looked like a nice guy to ask for directions. "Excuse me sir, can I ask you something?" I asked very politely. He turns around with a grin on his face. "Of course dear what is it!" He lsaid very nicely. I asked him where the nearest police station was, he told me that he did not have a clue but he could take care of me until my parents find me. I explained to him that my dad left and my mum killed my brother and tried to kill me. I could tell that he felt pity for me because he hugged me and he told me they I could live with him. I agreed because the last thing I want is to be alone on the streets in case my mum finds me, I'd rather be with someone if that happens. When I walked into his house and it was dark and large, he took me upstairs and chained me up to a wall. I was confused on why he did that. He told me that he did not wanting me running away in the middle of the night. He fed me a grilled cheese and there was something strange in it, it made me very sleepy. All I remember is passing out while I was in chains. I woke up to the man punching me in the face. I was so confused, he kept me locked up like 24/7. I asked him what his name was, he told me that if he told me his name, he would have to kill me. For some reason this man liked to beat me a lot. Sometimes he would let me off the chains, but in order to do that he would lock all of the doors and windows so I would not escape. When he did that he would keep me close and he would force me to do weird things with him. The first thing he did was ask me questions about my viginity and my sex life, I didn't know what those words mean. He then took my hand and stuck it inside his pants. It felt weird, I've never felt a mans Gentiles before and I have to admit, I wasn't pleased. He then forced me to take my clothes off, I was really uncomfortable. He wanted me to take my underwear off but I disobeyed, he gave me a mean look then he smacked me really hard causing me to fall over and hurt myself, I then listened to him and did what he asked me to do. Then he pulled me over to him and started moving his body onto mine and he started moving in weird ways that made me very uncomfortable. It hurt me a lot, he told me that I was no longer a virgin. He then left me alone to sleep after he locked me back up in the chains of course. After he left the room and turned out all of the lights, I figured that it was safe to go to sleep. In the morning I woke up in a different room, I think it was the basement, but I was still in chains. The strange man had come again, but this time he looked pissed off. He started to scream at me then he started to beat me with various things he found around the room, he let me off the chains but that was because he had more room to put me in pain. He finally stopped hitting me and tourchering me. "Before I kill you, I thought you would like to know your kidnappers name." He told me. I nodded yes. He smirked. "My name is James Paul McCartney, and I advise you to never trust strangers." He then punched me in the face and that's all I remember before it turned all black. A few minuets later, I saw a gleaming yellow light. I saw something floating down, it was about eye level with me. "Come with me dear, I can save you." The voice said. "How do I know that your not another kidnapper?" I asked suspiciously. "Oh sweetie, nobody can kidnap you, you are dead!" He told me. I was shocked, Paul had killed me, I was dead. "We'll if i am dead, who are you and how am I talking to you!?" I asked. "Honey I am a spirit, I am here to guide you and make sure everything is safe." He then wrapped me into a hug and pulled me upwards to the gates of Heaven. "My name is John Lennon, I will be your guardian angel." He told me. " my name is Angela Garcia." I told him. "Silly girl, I know everything about you, plus I think I know someone who would be happy to see you again." He told me. Again, I wonder what he meant by again. Then that's when I saw Angelo, my brother. I was so happy, that's when I knew, nobody would ever hurt me and Angelo ever again, especially with John by our side.