The voice of an abused girl

Chapter 2

"Hey Ally you alright? You seem a little off today," Maya said softly while fiddling with her blue pencil to which I sighed and reached up to move some of my hair out of my eyes so that I could look at her. She had long curly auburn hair that fell down her skinny frame close to her elbows. She had chocolate brown eyes and her skin was a bit paler than my normally tan skin (Picture of her on the side). She looked at me curiously with a hint of concern somewhere in those big brown eyes of hers. I bit my lip and looked into her eyes starting to feel the emotions return.

Maya and I have been best friends since the third grade. Even though she didn't know the details, she knew I had a hard home life. She knew my dad wasn't a loving father . I had always been scared to tell her about what my dad has done to me since I feel like even though we have been friends for so long she will still judge me. She never seemed to mind though that I didn't tell her since she could tell it was a sensitive topic and that I didn't want to talk about it. I then came back to what I was doing and took a deep breath.

"Maya I've got to tell you something," I said almost in a mumble and her face dropped a little as if she were worried but she forced herself to hold it in like she always does when she's worried. I always found that funny about her.

"What is it?" she asked her tone sounding serious. I bit my lip as I stared at her and tears began welling in my eyes causing her to immediately notice it and become concerned. "Ally what is it? You can tell me," she pleaded as she put a gentle hand on my shoulder. I knew I had to tell her now but it was just so hard. I've known that we are moving for almost three days now and tomorrow will be my last day of school here yet she still doesn't even know. "Ally, please tell me," she pleaded sounding a bit frustrated that I still haven't told her and I took in a large breath.

"Tomorrow will be my last day of school here," I said softly hoping she would get it so that I don't have to explain anymore. I think deep down she did get what I was saying but her mind refused to process it deciding to come up with a different explanation.

"What do you mean are you going to be home schooled?" she asked sounding a bit confused and I let out a shaky breath as I ran a hand through my brown hair.

"My mom was offered a job at a hospital in Pennsylvania and we are m-moving," I responded stuttering towards the end as I felt my throat tightening slightly while more tears pooled in my eyes. Her jaw dropped slightly as he brain processed what I just said and then she too started to build tears in her eyes as her hand came up over her mouth.

"You're..... You're m-moving?" she asked sounding shocked and slightly upset. She looked as if somebody just walked up to her and told her, her family had been killed in a plane crash. I nodded my head before putting my face in my hands feeling my emotions start to flow. My life was turning to complete shit through each moment that happened and having to tell Maya this was probably the worst part so far.

Moments later I felt soft arms wrap around me in a tight hold making my body instinctively lean into her small frame as tears fell down my cheeks. In that moment we were completely silent just holding each other in a tight well needed hug. Maya didn't speak at all probably figuring I just needed a moment to steady myself so that I could continue to talk to her about it.

"I'm so sorry," I mumbled after I had calmed down enough to be able to speak to her without a stutter. When I ever I was really upset I had a really bad stutter that could be embarrassing at times so I typically didn't talk when I was upset. She hushed me and gave me a sympathetic smile.

"Don't be, I know that it wasn't really your choice I mean your mom got a job offer which is great! Do you know how amazing that is for your guys? I mean yea I'm going to miss you like crazy and yea it's going to take a lot of time for me to get used to you not being here but, who knows maybe you moving could lead to something amazing for you. I know your life has been hard and not that fun but maybe you moving is going to be a step in the right direction," she assured even though she still had tears in her eyes. I looked up at her as she gave me a soft smile and I immediately wrapped my arms around her in a tight hug to which she happily accepted.

"Just promise me one thing," I mumbled and she pulled away so that she could look at me. "Promise me that no matter what happens we will always be best friends and that we won't forget about each other."

She stared at me with her big brown eyes and gave me a soft teary eyed smile. The same kind of smile she gave to me every time I ran to her crying after my father had done something horrible to me. Even though I would never tell her what actually had happened she would still give me that smile and then everything just seemed okay. Now that smile was giving me that same feeling that everything was going to be okay. That I could do this and her next three words made me feel more sure than ever.

"I promise Ally."

~Two days later~

I was currently putting my suitcase in the trunk of the car, hearing the sound of the moving truck closing behind me as the moving people climbed into the truck. I glanced towards my worn out old house starting to feel a small sense of relief that I was going to be leaving this place and all of the horrible memories that had been made there. I have lived in the house my whole life and now it just looked like a nightmare to me.

Father had started abusing me when I was around five years old. He had never been the best dad in the world but when he started getting addicted to alcohol and drugs was when he started beating me and abusing me. He started off with just yelling at me all the time calling me a no good shit head when I was just five years old.

When I was around six was when he started beating me. He would beat me for every small imperfection I made telling me that I wasn't meant to be born that all I am is a screw up. He would repeatedly tell me to kill myself but that was one thing that I vowed to myself I would never do. I wanted to be able to grow up and live my dream as a professional singer no matter how much father told me that would never happen. I refused to listen to him anytime he ever told me anything about my career or my voice.

I was suddenly shoved to the side harshly making me gasp and grab the side of the car for balance as I glanced to the other side of me in shock. Father was standing there smirking as he twirled his cigarette between his teeth.

"Stop day dreaming and get in the damn car!" he growled making me wince at the harshness of his voice.

"Yes sir," I mumbled as I walked passed him to which he shoved me again nearly making me face plant into the pavement but I put my foot out to stop my fall.

"What have I told you about mumbling you sound like a fucking five year old!" he snapped and I froze in my tracks so I could apologize and then climbed into the car just as my mom walked out of the house with her suitcase to put in the trunk.

After she finished the task her and father climbed into the car so that we could start our long drive to Pennsylvania. I didn't even bother glancing at my house as we drove past it. I didn't want to think of those horrible memories, I wanted to think about how I happy I am to be getting out of there. Maybe Maya is right, maybe this will be a step up in the right direction for me. After all, all we can do is hope.

I know its short sorry i will try to make it longer next time :) xx

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