The bad boy saved me (Kayla and Carson)

Chapter 1 Chapter 1 The Monster Living With Me

I was terrified all the time.

I couldn't go on like this. I was even afraid of my own shadow.

I heard a noise downstairs and I knew Allan was home. He was probably searching the cabinets

for his stash of alcohol. He was more violent when he was drunk.

I heard my stomach grumbled again. I was really hungry, but I couldn't go downstairs, because he

would see me and find a reason to hit me.

I really don't know why my mother had married him. What had she seen in him? I don't know why I

ask that question, because I already knew the answer. He was rich and my mother needed the money.

Dad died when I was ten and we started to have money issues. My mother had to do something in

order for us to get by, so a year later she married Allan. She didn't love him and I knew he didn't love

her either.

Thinking about my mother, I touched the locket that was around my neck. My mother had given it

to me when I was twelve. That was when she was healthy. Two years later, she became sick with lung

cancer. Allan didn't even care. He didn't try his best to take care of her and pay for her medications.

She died a year later when I was fifteen.

I opened the locket and looked at the picture inside. It was a photograph of my mother and I. We

were both smiling widely at the camera. I was really happy that day. I sighed. I really miss you, Mom. I

knew you would never allow this to happen.

I closed the locket and went to lay on my bed. I was really thankful that tomorrow was the first day

of senior year, so I don't have to be home all the time with him anymore.

I remember clearly the first time he hit me. It was six months after my mom had died.

** Flashback **

I had just finished my homework and I went downstairs to make myself a sandwich.

As soon as I stepped in the kitchen, Allan, my stepfather, was leaning on the counter, a bottle of

whiskey in his right hand. I didn't say anything because he was like this most days. He didn't even talk

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I went over to the fridge to retrieve the cheese, tomato and mayonnaise.

"Kayla," I heard Allan called. I closed the fridge and turned around to face him. I waited for him to

speak. "Didn't you hear me calling you?" He asked.

"No. I was in my room doing homework." I replied.

"When I call you a next time, I want you to answer me." He said, stepping closer to me. I

scrunched up my nose from the stench of alcohol on his breath.

"Okay, but I really didn't hear you." I said, confused about his behaviour. It happened so fast and

took me by surprise, but the next thing I know is that I was holding my cheek. He had hit me and it hurt

like hell.

"Do you hear me?!" He roared.

I looked at him in surprise. Man, he must really be drunk. I would never thought he would hit me.

He had never before. "Yes." I said quietly.

"Good. Now, I'm out of whiskey. I want you to go to the store and get me some." He said,

slamming the empty bottle on the counter.

** End Of Flashback **

It had been two years since that happened. Two years since my life hasn't been the same. Two

years since my life was normal. I had thought that he had hit me because he was drunk and that it

would be the last time.

I couldn't have been more wrong.

He continued to hit me for every single thing and then it got worse. He had become a monster. I

really can't take it anymore. I can't wait until I'm eighteen so I can get the hell out of here.

He hitting me that day was the first, but not the last. It was just the beginning.