Runaway Part 1: Home Sweet Home
~~~Vanessa's POV~~~
I woke up this morning in my mom's jet black Range Rover. Why am I here? Oh, I remember now. Last night, Sheila and Paul were making out and smoking weed, so they told me to get out. I mustve fallen asleep after that because I don't remember anything else. I peer ed out the car window and saw that Paul's car was gone.
I sighed with relief. Then I grabbed my pink "Princess" robe and matching slippers and headed out to the backyard screen door. It was unlocked, again. I fear every night about Sheila's safety. I couldn't honestly care less about mine. I hate my life anyways. I unlocked the door and entered my living room.
Sheila was passed out all over the floor like a zombie, with her top half nearly exposed. I checked the time on my watch, it was 10:45. My stomach growled shortly afterwards. I guess it's time to make breakfast. It took me about 20 minutes to prepare a full on breakfast, complete with scrambled eggs, bacon strips, potatoes, and toast.
I went back into the old vintage living room where Sheila was still passed out. I shook her shoulder lightly a few times, and that did the trick. Sheila woke up "Vanessa? Is that you?" I nodded "Yes mom," I pushed her food forward "here, I made some breakfast for you." Sheila smiled, although she still looked wasted and dazed "Thank you Vanessa, you are the best daughter I have ever had." I smile shyly "Thank you." But then again, I'm the only daughter she's ever had.
I take my spot on the old couch and Sheila retires to her room. I continue to eat my breakfast, watching Spongebob. I love his crazy antics. I wish I could live in a Pineapple under the sea, hey, I'm only 8, so it could happen. Ah, Sundays.
~~~Natalie's POV~~~
This Sunday morning was a tough one for me. I woke up later than usual, at 10:45. Dad was already drinking his two out of five bottles a day on the couch. I hid in my room for the entire morning. My stomach growled with hunger. I checked the clock, it was 12:23. Ugh, I sighed with frustration.
Well, by this time Dad should be in his room, passed out. I decided to face my fears and checked to see if he was gone. Luckily, he was. I sighed with relief and silently crept into the kitchen. On the counter was a bowl of cereal, which automatically notified me that Dad had already eaten. Great.
I walked over to the cabinents, which were, again, almost bare. I just decided to grab a bowl of Captain Crunch, my favorite cereal. Ugh I hate Sundays, because I have to go to church. I don't even know why we go, Its not like Dad is a saint, but, then again, who is? But I bet you not everyones dads abuse them.
Sometimes I wish I could just kill him. I know that sounds bad, but I just hate him. I hope he dies soon and gets sent to hell. Why does he abuse me? Why? What did I ever do to him in my 10 years of life? What? I don't know the answers to any of these questions.
Maybe Im a bad child, I don't know. I guess I kinda act like it, but what do you expect from a 10 year old abused girl with an alchoholic stepfather?
~~~Erinn's POV~~~
I was awake at 10:00 today. Exact. I looked into my empty house, and, again, it was deserted. Jamie, my personal maid, was knocking on my wooden door "Madam Erinn? It is Jamie." she said in her high pitched voice.
"Come in." I said. She entered swiftly and gracefully. Jamie looked about 21, but I never asked. "Yes?" I asked curiously. Jamie fumbled with her dress nervously "Well...erm....Master James and Madam Stacy, your parents, woke up at 9:45 today to leave for the Bahamas.
They told me to tell you goodbye." Great, so they had just left. "Oh, okay." Jamie nodded and left.
Cookie, my little poodle puppy, who i'd gotten for my 12th birthday, was still sleeping, but I picked her up anyways. She still slept in my arms. I stroked her softly as I ran my fingers through her long hair. I looked out my glass window and sighed.
I lived in a mansion, and my parents were filthy rich. My window overlooked our whole campus. The huge pool, the golf course, the guest houses, the servants' quarters, everything. But I was still not satisfied. Sure I got everything I wanted, but I would give it all up to just see my parents and hug them.
As I recall, two weeks ago they went to Sweden and Russia, then last week they went Africa and Haiti, and now, they went to the Bahamas. And they never took me with them. I loved my parents, but I wasn't sure if they loved me back.
All I want is to see them both and hug them. But of course, that wouldn't happen for a while.
~~~Kim's POV~~~
I woke up early at 9:45 to make breakfast. But, I guess you couldn't really call it breakfast because it's just cereal and milk. I rang my small little bell notifying to all my younger siblings that dinner was ready.
Then, in an instant, Lee, Lin, Ann, Sam, Lily, and Riley came running. I laughed as they tackled me. "Oh you guys! Back off you little monsters." I smiled teasingly. All my siblings were younger than me.
Lee and Lin were twins, and they were almost 13. Ann was 11. Sam was 10. Lily was 8, and Riley was 6. Yes, I had six siblings to take care of. Both of my parents died to years ago from the same deadly disease, AIDS.
Riley and Ann had actually caught it. Ann had fully recovered luckily, however, Riley is not. Sometimes at night, when we're all huddled up for warmth together, I can still hear him coughing in his sleep. I would take him to a doctor, if I could afford one. I sighed sadly thinking about it.
And I didn't even have a job. I just got laid off at my job at McDonalds because of the economy, and now, my family is in serious trouble of losing our home, our small car, and, worst of all, each other. If I didn't get a job and make some money, my family would pay the price. Only the twins knew, since they were the oldest.
Then there was a knock at the door. It was my best friend, Selena. "Hey" I said glumly. Stacy looked worried, "Whats wrong Kimmy?". Kimmy was my nickname for her. I explained everything to her and her eyes widened. Then she smiled brightly "Come with me." she led me to our "bedroom" which actually was just a mattress and a lamp.
She smiled again "Great news." "What is it?!" I asked excitedly, I needed some good news right now. She smiled again, boy she is super excited "Well.....daddy may have a job for you."
~~~Andie's POV~~~
Well, it's official. I'm pregnant. Ugh, oh no oh no. Stupid pregnancy test! Shit what am I going to tell mom? Were already poor as shit and she's a single mom with no job, and, for the cherry on top, she has me! Ugh. God dammit.
I threw the pregnancy test out the window (probably shouldn't have done that) and went into my room. I shut the door behind me and locked it. Okay, now it's time to fess up to the father, my boyfriend, Chance. I dialed the number then, after a few seconds, hung up. I couldn't tell him.
Not right now at least. It wasn't right. But we had only had $ex once and it was last week! I didn't think I was on my period, but obviously, I had miscounted. Ugh no!!!
I don't know what to do now. Maybe I shouldn't tell Chance. No, he'll just slap and hit me some more, then he'll say he's sorry, and then he'll do it all over again!
God I hate him but I still love him too. And only last week he had taken my virginity away. I sighed in frustration, anger, sadness, confusion, and hatred.
~~~Paige's POV~~~
I wore my "color" around my head today, you know, like a headband. My "color" is red. What's yours?
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End of chapter one! Finally finished it!!! Thank you please comment and vote!!!!
