21 April 2012
**sorry it's been a while-I've been revising for exams! I think this cheaper may be a little slow paced-please let me know what you think!**
Chapter 2
It all started when I ran away.
But I suppose it always does, really. People seem to think running will take you away from your problems, but it actually just gets you into more trouble.
And I was in big trouble this time.
I've never been a particularly loud girl. Not naughty, annoying or full of myself like so many other girls I see. I was always what you'd call 'the shy one' at school and at home I wasn't much different. We were a quiet, happy family, so I didn't need to fight for love or attention.
But that was before Dad started drinking.
I came in from school to the sound of shouting as soon as I opened the front door. This immediately struck me as odd as it was a Monday and Dad should've been at work. And then there was my Mam. Screaming like a banshee, with mascara running down her face, mingling with her tears.
Then came the clap of thunder. The smack, it's sound ringing clearly throughout the room after my Dad hit my Mam for the first time. Ever.
I stood frozen.
That had not just happened. My Dad was not abusive. He was not a drunk without a job who had been lying to me for the past three months. He wasn't the kind of man you see on Jeremy Kyle. This was not my father.
But it was. And he hadn't seen me come in. Mam glanced my way, cupping the side of her face with her hand but failing to hide the dark bruises already forming around her eye. She only had time for the words "sweetheart..." before he was lumbering after me, that monster who had just hit my mother. So I did the only thing I could think of.
I ran.
Slamming the front door behind me, I ran faster and faster, the adrenaline coursing through my veins, not knowing where I was going, not caring. The only thought in my mind was that I had to get away from that god awful house where that god awful beast of a father was. I ran and ran until the town was far behind me.
I stopped in the field.
It was the same one we went for picnics in when I was little. I stood next to the tree, staring out at a sky full of rolling grey clouds, swollen with rain. Two figures moved across below me, right next to the storm. It looked like they were arguing. I started to turn away, my feet itching to start running again.
That was when I saw the lightning appear out of his hand.
It leapt from the sky, a mighty arrow of electricity. It was sure to hit the other guy. Seconds before contact, both men dived away. More lightning followed, streaming out of the man's outstretched palm. I thought I was going crazy. Bonkers. Mad.
Until he turned to look at me. The first boy, lightning streaming from his palm. I saw his eyes. They were a pure green, like falling straight into a jungle full of lush leaves and long grass. An image of such beauty I couldn't stop looking at him. I just wanted to fall right into them.
And that's when it hit me. Literally.
~Kirsty~
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