22 April 2012
"Lucas! Lucas, give that back NOW! Kate gave me that!" I screamed, crying.
Kate is my social worker, she had given me a picture of my mum and dad when they where married. Lucas isnt actually my brother. And I am thankful for that! He is my step brother- i am adopted. My father died (of a heart attack) when i was one. My mother couldn't look after me by herself. She had no money and she didnt have a job. So she asked lots of people if they would have me and look after me. But no one took me. My social worker, Kate, saw my mum pleading on the streets; she told my mum that she would look after me then give me to a good family. I guess she didnt pick the right family! Ever since I arrived here, Lucas has been picking on me; and his mum ( Mary) has always taken his side. The only person who loves me in this family is Philip ( Lucas' father.)
"Lucas please just give me that! Its the only photo i have of them!"
"Give me back my iPod then!" Lucas said.
"I didnt take it. Your mum put it somewhere when she was cleaning your room!"
Just then, Mary footsteps could be heard on the staircase. Almost immediately Lucas reacted. Crying, screaming, and yelling he fell on the floor pretending that I had hit him. His evil, green eyes, I could tell were laughing and jeering at me from under his thick blonde hair. I grabbed the photo and stuffed it under the bed. Mary doesn't like to see my mum and dads picture. She smacks me if she sees it outside of my suitcase. Which is really just a cardboard box. Philip insisted that I have a proper suitcase but Mary always gets the better of him.
Mary opened the door.
"Oh my little baby.... How could you let HER do this to you sweetheart? You poor little ba...."
I had enough.
"Enough is enough! Lucas is not a baby! He is 13. And I DID not do anything to your little sweetheart! He is just a BIG FAT LIAR! I know you dont believe me... But Phi...."
I was about to say Philip, but he is more like a Dad to me.. The best dad on earth.
"I mean Dad loves me.. But you dont Mary do you? I dont mind really.. You know why? Because I HATE you!"
Marys eyes were wide open with surprise. Her mouth was open like a fish and her face was nearly purple.
"How dare you call me Mary and my husband Dad! I have told you many times before Jessica Peterson to call me mum and to call Philip Dad. You are lucky that myself and Philip have looked after you since you were a baby! Your mother was a beggar and you was going to be one!" Mary yelled.
My name isn't actually Jessica Peterson. That's Philip's last name. My name is Jessica Catherine Bentley. Then I realised. It was the first time Mary had ever talked about my mother. And I knew it was going to be the last.
"I am sorry..... Mother. But you have always loved Lucas more than me, and Dad has always loved us both the same. That's why I called him Dad. I hope you understand. And yes mum; I am lucky. Very lucky; that I am not a beggar."
"Come on Lucas. I have made pizza. I know it's your favourite! Jessica I will save one piece for you. I will bring it up later."
"Thanks."
Lucas and Mary walked out of the room and went downstairs. I shut the door then slid down it and cried. Seconds later, my deep dark blue eyes were too sore from crying. My long brown silky hair was stuck to my face; because of the tears. Like someone had put glue on it.
No-one likes me here. I have to do something; I thought. I looked around my room. I have a small bed with an old yellowish brown blanket. My pillows are ripped and torn. The walls are a dirty white colour. I have a very small cupboard were I put all my clothes and precious things. On top of a small table I have an broken china vase and a red rose which sat inside it. A wooden chair which couldn't be sat on- unless you wanted to fall backwards onto the floor, and a small window (covered by a soft brown curtain; which hung quietly dancing gently in the wind) looking out onto the city streets. I love to sit on the windowsill and watch people happily fluttering by- without a care in the world and see all the different types of cars; racing to their finishing point. Even though these things might seem very boring to you, it relaxes me and it was the thing that usually keeps me calm. Just as I was going to drift into another world- as I always do when I am looking out of the window. I heard a racket downstairs; like someone shouting and screaming. It is usually Lucas who does the shouting and I do the screaming. But who was this?
Runaway (Chapter 1) • Opuss № I