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YTIAA- Teaser Chapter 12

A/N: I'm sorry for the long wait, I was experiencing some heavy writer's block. Please be patient. Chapter 12 is sent for editing. Enjoy :)

There were bags under his eyes. His hair was all over the place, as if he went through it more than a hundred times. He looked older -older than what I thought he was- unshaven and tired.

I didn’t feel sorry for him.

My mother had often told me that I was too naïve and good-hearted. She said there wasn’t an ounce of evilness in my soul. She called me pure. She thought I was her angel.

Right now I was so far from pure that I’d never even be able to come close to it. I hoped that he felt worse; I wished the worst for him. My heart turned so black but I didn’t take anything back. He made me feel that way. And it was never going to be fixed; I wanted to let him know that.

I was eating breakfast on the third day when his door opened. I guessed he thought that I was asleep because he looked surprised to see me on the kitchen table eating my French toast.

Accepting Me

A/N: This is dedicated to all the people who are suffering in silence. I may not know how you feel but writing this may ease your pain. I hope you know that there are people out there who will accept you no matter who you are, what you are and what you stand for. This piece is dedicated to someone special. Someone who deserves the same love and warmth that I do. Remember: We're all different but we're all the same, too.

Accepting Me

I wonder why it is so hard for you to accept me. I wonder why you deny everything that I do, why you turn your eyes to the opposite direction.

Do I disgust you? Do I make you so repulsive that you won't even see me as a person anymore?

Will you tell me why?

I never meant for this misunderstanding to occur. All I wanted was for you to love me as I am. All I wanted was to be accepted by you because I love you.

Do you know what you're doing to me?

I am hurting. I am hurting, inside, outside, everywhere. I don't want to shed these tears anymore. I don't want to cry helplessly as you take your anger out on me, over and over again.

Make me understand.

Tell me what to do and I'll fix it. Give me a sign, a word, anything just so we could smile. Just so I could turn back time when you still loved me.

Is it because I'm not like her?

I don't want to be. We're different, you know? We may come from the same blood, but we're each unique in another way. Why don't you see it? Why won't you let me in?

I don't want to close myself from you anymore. I want you back. I need you back. I crave for your love and warmth, and hope that you do too.

Why is it so hard to accept me? What had I done that was so wrong?

My Own Pace

I don't believe in love. I've never experienced nor have felt it. I don't know what it is, so don't ask me if I love you or not. I don't know. I don't want to know.

I'm afraid. Afraid of what my response will be. I'm scared to fall because if I do, no one will pick up the pieces of my broken heart. Not you, not anyone.

Let me live the way I want to. Let me stay in one piece as I lose myself in you. Let me believe what I want, no matter how absurd it may seem to be. Let me do what I think is right —not love you at all. Let me be carefree. Let me continue lying to myself, even if it isn't true. Let me stay in your arms even though our thoughts are worlds apart.

          .

Just please don't bring it up. Don't ruin the perfection you’ve created for me. Don't talk about it, don’t use it against me. Lie to me, look away but still smile. I'm not ready yet. When I will be I'll tell you, I promise. Don't give up on me yet, my time will soon come.       

Until then, wait for me.

If you don’t, I might just disappear.

Remembering You

“What are you doing here?” She asked, her voice shaking in nervousness.

The little boy stared at the older woman in confusion and held a up the object he had found. “Mommy, who is that?” he asked, a twinge of excitement in his tone.

The young woman shook her head, closing her eyes for a moment, wishing this was all an illusion.

“It's no one Michael,” she replied, grinning halfheartedly at the child.

“But his eyes are green, mommy, just like mine,” he countered, a smile appearing on his baby features.

For a second, she had thought the colour had drained off her face. She wondered briefly how the old photograph landed in his hands, before turning her attention to the curious boy.

“Yes, just like yours,” she whispered longingly, walking closer to the boy. She grabbed the photo from his petite hands and stared at it. How long had it been since she had last seen him, 3, 4 years?

“Who is he?” the boy questioned again.

“Your father,” she replied, unaware of how much those two words were going to change their lives. “He's your father,” she repeated, more to herself rather than to him.

The Lies That Bind Us

A/N: A story I long started but never got to finish. Thought it would be interesting to put it back on :) Enjoy.

Prologue

She had to escape.

There was no way she could endure anymore pain, could not take another beating or the sound of his screaming voice.

You worthless piece of trash! No one will ever love you.

You do not fucking deserve to live!

You'll never be good enough!

You'll never be smart enough!

You'll never be the daughter I wanted you to be!

Those words.

The words that had sent her to hell every time she had heard them rang loudly in her ears.  He made his point crystal clear during the first few times.  Now, all they did was create holes in her chest. Holes that had gotten larger and larger at each beating she had received.

She needed to get out of this hell hole no matter what. She didn't care if she was left homeless or starving. Anything was better than seeing him. Anything was better that those never ending blows. Anything.

She sighed and swallowed back the tears and the lump that had formed deep inside her throat. She would not cry, she’d promised herself that much.  Looking at her watch with a hurried glance, she had noticed she had less than two hours to pack her necessities and leave without a trace.

Quickly, almost with an inhumanly speed, she packed her clothes into a single duffel bag, shoving only necessary items that she could think of.

He'll find you. You know he will. He's the chief of the police for God's sake!

No he won’t, she had tried to convince herself many times, rummaging through her mind for reasons to why he wouldn’t. She’d clear her secret bank account, take all her IDs with her and hide them until she was a legal adult. He would never find her; he’d have no reason to.

The bag was almost full. She ran downstairs and grabbed anything else that she could find, and ran back upstairs again to fill it.

She locked her bathroom and bedroom door, a technique that would probably save her time. Those places would unavoidably be the primary locations he would search. He’d most likely scream at her to come downstairs, and when he’d receive no reply, he'd barge upstairs and try to open the door. After breaking down the door, he'd be angrier than ever, and then search her bathroom which would be locked as well.

She could see the scene play almost perfectly in her head: his livid face, purple and fuming with anger when he’d find no one in the house.

She had inwardly grinned in her head. If her situation wasn’t so bad, she would have undeniably laughed. But seeing the reason for it, sadness consumed her. She had to leave her own home.

She checked to see if she had enough bus tickets and grabbed the money that was left on the counter the day before.

Unknown to him, she had been collecting money for almost two years, when all the mess had started. Fortunately Lana was smart enough to open a bank account for Scarlett just before she had died. He knew nothing of the account and Scarlett could take the money anytime she had the need for it.

Hopefully she had five grand saved there, just in case of an emergency.

Looking back one last time at the tasteless living room, she made sure she forgot nothing. With a heavy sigh, she stepped out the lonely looking door and walked out, not bothering to lock the door behind her. Her carelessness was too evident but it wasn’t her house anymore. She was a stranger the day her mother’s bloody figure was driven to the hospital. Her father had made that clear.

She took the bus to the nearest bank and cashed out all the money she had in her account. A total of 6500 dollars was what she had received from the teller, who had looked at her with a strange expression.

Ignoring her, Scarlett placed the money in an envelope and sealed it tightly. She opened her bag and situated it deep inside, between her clothes.

She continued walking for ten minutes until she had reached the subway station. The fact that it was very close to where she had lived made matters so much easier to accomplish.

One thing she knew for certain. Brooklyn wasn’t a place she was going back to anytime soon. Her father would have to find another way to release his anger, and for once, she wasn’t going to be a victim.

As she was being carried away by the loud noise of the subway, she was recalled with a story her mom had told her when she was still a child. She closed her eyes and remembered her mother’s soft and melodic voice. As the memories started to fade away into dust, her voice still stuck to her no matter where she went.

She could never forget the kindness her mother carried within herself. She could not forget the amount of time she spent raising Scarlett. Although she had not been the most responsible, she was the best mother Scarlett could ask for.

Scarlett didn’t realize she was crying until she had opened her eyes. She forced her tears back, the promise she made herself appearing in her head. She had to be strong, if not for her then at least for her dead mother. Her mother would have wanted her to move on and that’s exactly what she was planning on doing.

She didn't know what life was going to throw on her, but she knew that something was waiting for her out there.

Change was coming.

She could feel it her bones.