Robyn
As per usual, I was messing around, then I got inspired. Here's a story about a 13 year old girl called Robyn who gets abused by her parents. She meets a boy called Kendall. Will he save her from her family? Or will her family do something to Robyn first?
"Come back here you little bitch!" My Father yells at me. I run, run as fast as I can. I run onto the road, too busy trying to escape from my Father to stop and look. I dodge a car, and run to the other side, just missing a truck. Once on the other side of the road, I sprint to the first place I can think of. I don't care if it is the summer holidays, I know a way into school that's open 24/7, 'coz no-one else knows about it. And whenever I need to escape, I go to school. I know it's sad, but I love school. Because my family aren't there. I know it's mean, but I loathe my family. They beat me, yell at me, drug me and, well, sell me. And, I'm 13! My Father is worse, he's the one who actually beats me.
My Mother just doesn't give a damn, and my brother, well; he's never, around. I don't even think he knows what Father does to me. And if he does, then he doesn't do anything about it. As I turn onto school's street, I plow into someone.
"Hey, watch it!" he yells. I scramble to my feet then run off. I hear footsteps behind me, and, thinking it's Father, I run even faster. I go around to the back of school, and climb in the little hole in the fence. Once on the school premises, I run to my home room. I push and open the door, yes it's not locked, and I sit down. I'm out of breath from all that running, and my arm hurts from Father's brutal beating, but I'm alright. I mean, I've had worse. The door opens, and I scream, curling up into a ball to protect myself from my Father. But it's not Father, it's the boy I plowed into. I relaxed a little, but not much. I'm still curled into a ball.
"Hey, are you alright?" He asks. I nod, over the years I'd learned that if I told anyone about my beatings, then they got worse. "Coz you ran off and I wondered if there was something up. I mean, normally, you don't tear off when you knock someone over." He chuckles. He takes a step towards me. "I'm Kendall. And you are?"
"Robyn." I whisper.
"Well, Robyn, why are you here. Most people don't turn up when they have to, so, you know." Kendall asks.
"Um," I say, not sure what to say. "Um, I like to think here." I decided to say. That was something safe to say. Something that wouldn't have any consequences.
"Things chaotic at home then?" Kendall asks. I nod before I can stop myself.
"Yeah, something like that." I say, then regretting it immediately.
"Hey, you can tell me, you know. I won't go and tell anyone." Kendall murmurs, taking another step towards me. I shy away, uncomfortable by his closeness. "Why won't you tell me?" He pleads.
"I... can't." I say. "I just, can't." I stand up, and try to run away, but Kendall stops me. I look into his eyes, and I can see that they're mad. "Please, I came here to be on my own, to have some peace. Why won't you let me leave?" I plead, wanting to escape. His hand is still clamped on my wrist. He has a strong grip, and it's starting to hurt. "Please, let me go, please." I cry, tears streaming down my face. I'd done something to anger him. It's just like with Father. Next comes pain. But, instead of him lashing out like Father, he let me go.
"I'm sorry, Robyn. I didn't mean to frighten you, or make you cry." Kendall apologizes. I nod, the tears still coming. I rub my wrist, sore from his tight grip. I turn to leave; again, but Kendall's already holding the door open.
"Thanks." I whisper. We walk outside, back through the fence, when I freeze. I look at the road, and see my Father's car. I turn and run again, with Kendall following behind.
"Hey!" Kendall yells. "Where are we going?" I stop and turn around.
"I'm going somewhere to be alone, and you can do anything you want, except follow me." I snap, glaring at him. He looks shocked, but then shakes his head.
"Fine. Goodbye, Robyn." Kendall says, his voice breaks on the goodbye part. I turn away, then scream. My Father is behind me.
"Hello, Robyn dear. Are you ready to go home?" he asks, in his pretending nice voice. I nod, knowing that he'll just follow me if I try to run. "Good, now say goodbye to your little friend." Father smiles, something he only does in public.
"He's not my friend." I say, my voice full of venom. Father puts his hand on my back, and leads me to the car. Once in the car, Father turns off his facade. He faces me.
"What did you tell him?" he demands. I cringe away.
"Nothing, Father. We didn't even speak to each other." I murmur. He slaps me round the face.
"Liar! I saw you two walking together, so you must have said something. Now, I suggest you tell me, unless you want things to get painful." He yells.
"I told him my name, and that I like running. That's it, I swear!" I cry, wanting to receive as little pain as possible. But, I know that's inevitable. "Please, I didn't say anything." I whisper.
"The problem with kids is that they always lie." Father mutters. We arrive back at the house to find Mother waiting for us. She doesn't look happy, but then again, she never does.
"You took your own sweet time." Her shrill voice snaps.
"The little bitch talked to someone." Father says. Mother's eyes widen. "Don't worry, she didn't say nothing, I don't think."
"This is all your fault, Peter! If you hadn't hit the girl, she never would have run out." Mother shrieks. Damn, they're gonna fight, and then take it out on me.
"Shut up Kim! If you don't teach the runt who's boss, then they'll never learn, and they'll act like they own the place." My Father roars. Mother shies away, giving up. Father turns towards me. I gasp, and run upstairs to hide in my room. I hear him thumping up after me.
"Come here, Robyn. I only want to talk." Father says, using his public voice. It confuses me, but not enough that I reveal myself.
"But your talks hurt" I whisper. His head whips around to face me, and I can see the madness in his eyes. Whenever Father gets that "look" in his eyes, pain and darkness overwhelm me. He takes a step towards me, and I scream.
My Mother just doesn't give a damn, and my brother, well; he's never, around. I don't even think he knows what Father does to me. And if he does, then he doesn't do anything about it. As I turn onto school's street, I plow into someone.
"Hey, watch it!" he yells. I scramble to my feet then run off. I hear footsteps behind me, and, thinking it's Father, I run even faster. I go around to the back of school, and climb in the little hole in the fence. Once on the school premises, I run to my home room. I push and open the door, yes it's not locked, and I sit down. I'm out of breath from all that running, and my arm hurts from Father's brutal beating, but I'm alright. I mean, I've had worse. The door opens, and I scream, curling up into a ball to protect myself from my Father. But it's not Father, it's the boy I plowed into. I relaxed a little, but not much. I'm still curled into a ball.
"Hey, are you alright?" He asks. I nod, over the years I'd learned that if I told anyone about my beatings, then they got worse. "Coz you ran off and I wondered if there was something up. I mean, normally, you don't tear off when you knock someone over." He chuckles. He takes a step towards me. "I'm Kendall. And you are?"
"Robyn." I whisper.
"Well, Robyn, why are you here. Most people don't turn up when they have to, so, you know." Kendall asks.
"Um," I say, not sure what to say. "Um, I like to think here." I decided to say. That was something safe to say. Something that wouldn't have any consequences.
"Things chaotic at home then?" Kendall asks. I nod before I can stop myself.
"Yeah, something like that." I say, then regretting it immediately.
"Hey, you can tell me, you know. I won't go and tell anyone." Kendall murmurs, taking another step towards me. I shy away, uncomfortable by his closeness. "Why won't you tell me?" He pleads.
"I... can't." I say. "I just, can't." I stand up, and try to run away, but Kendall stops me. I look into his eyes, and I can see that they're mad. "Please, I came here to be on my own, to have some peace. Why won't you let me leave?" I plead, wanting to escape. His hand is still clamped on my wrist. He has a strong grip, and it's starting to hurt. "Please, let me go, please." I cry, tears streaming down my face. I'd done something to anger him. It's just like with Father. Next comes pain. But, instead of him lashing out like Father, he let me go.
"I'm sorry, Robyn. I didn't mean to frighten you, or make you cry." Kendall apologizes. I nod, the tears still coming. I rub my wrist, sore from his tight grip. I turn to leave; again, but Kendall's already holding the door open.
"Thanks." I whisper. We walk outside, back through the fence, when I freeze. I look at the road, and see my Father's car. I turn and run again, with Kendall following behind.
"Hey!" Kendall yells. "Where are we going?" I stop and turn around.
"I'm going somewhere to be alone, and you can do anything you want, except follow me." I snap, glaring at him. He looks shocked, but then shakes his head.
"Fine. Goodbye, Robyn." Kendall says, his voice breaks on the goodbye part. I turn away, then scream. My Father is behind me.
"Hello, Robyn dear. Are you ready to go home?" he asks, in his pretending nice voice. I nod, knowing that he'll just follow me if I try to run. "Good, now say goodbye to your little friend." Father smiles, something he only does in public.
"He's not my friend." I say, my voice full of venom. Father puts his hand on my back, and leads me to the car. Once in the car, Father turns off his facade. He faces me.
"What did you tell him?" he demands. I cringe away.
"Nothing, Father. We didn't even speak to each other." I murmur. He slaps me round the face.
"Liar! I saw you two walking together, so you must have said something. Now, I suggest you tell me, unless you want things to get painful." He yells.
"I told him my name, and that I like running. That's it, I swear!" I cry, wanting to receive as little pain as possible. But, I know that's inevitable. "Please, I didn't say anything." I whisper.
"The problem with kids is that they always lie." Father mutters. We arrive back at the house to find Mother waiting for us. She doesn't look happy, but then again, she never does.
"You took your own sweet time." Her shrill voice snaps.
"The little bitch talked to someone." Father says. Mother's eyes widen. "Don't worry, she didn't say nothing, I don't think."
"This is all your fault, Peter! If you hadn't hit the girl, she never would have run out." Mother shrieks. Damn, they're gonna fight, and then take it out on me.
"Shut up Kim! If you don't teach the runt who's boss, then they'll never learn, and they'll act like they own the place." My Father roars. Mother shies away, giving up. Father turns towards me. I gasp, and run upstairs to hide in my room. I hear him thumping up after me.
"Come here, Robyn. I only want to talk." Father says, using his public voice. It confuses me, but not enough that I reveal myself.
"But your talks hurt" I whisper. His head whips around to face me, and I can see the madness in his eyes. Whenever Father gets that "look" in his eyes, pain and darkness overwhelm me. He takes a step towards me, and I scream.
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