You Promised
Prologue
I hate him, I hate him soo much. He made everybody in my life leave and now I'm leaving.
And I wont look back. "Jasmine get your ass down here now" he calls. I'm moving as fast as I can
throwing all of my clothes/belongings in a suitcase. I stop and stare at a picture of my mom, sister, and me deciding on whether to keep it or leave it here with all of the other bad memories. Yes my mother is a bad memory she left me and my older sister to fend for ourselves. My sisters no better I can remember her voice telling me she is gonna come back for me. She did but not in person, she came in the form of a letter. The letter consisted of a plane ticket to Australia, 500 dollars in 20 dollar bills and an address to her house and a note saying she loves me and she's sorry for taking so long. His voice yelling "Jasmine if I come up there I'm going to beat the living shit out of you", brings me back into reality
"fine, have it your way" . "Shit" I whisper, I decide to take the picture with me as I scramble to get all my other stuff. I hear his heavy footsteps pounding on the stairs as I finally zip the suitcase up and my small backpack. I hear the handle slowly turn and I quickly turn around to hide the suitcase from his view. "What you got there he says, I hope you don't think your going anywhere".
"No, I just- " he stops me mid sentence by slapping me in the face so hard the force knocks me to my knees. "I told you I was gonna beat the shit out of you". "Not anymore" I say in a whisper.
"What did you say". I repeat my words but louder while I stand up. I'm just tired of him of this life that I'm living of everything so before he can do anything I push him and punch him as hard as I can. While he is still in shock I get my suitcase and my backpack and stuff the money and ticket into my purse. I look down at him with tears in my eyes not letting them fall in front of him I kick him in the ribs and yell "I hate you". With that I leave and I run as fast as I can to the bus stop without looking back. Because if I do I'll remember all those horrible memories of abuse since I was little those memories I've been trying soo hard to forget.
And I wont look back. "Jasmine get your ass down here now" he calls. I'm moving as fast as I can
throwing all of my clothes/belongings in a suitcase. I stop and stare at a picture of my mom, sister, and me deciding on whether to keep it or leave it here with all of the other bad memories. Yes my mother is a bad memory she left me and my older sister to fend for ourselves. My sisters no better I can remember her voice telling me she is gonna come back for me. She did but not in person, she came in the form of a letter. The letter consisted of a plane ticket to Australia, 500 dollars in 20 dollar bills and an address to her house and a note saying she loves me and she's sorry for taking so long. His voice yelling "Jasmine if I come up there I'm going to beat the living shit out of you", brings me back into reality
"fine, have it your way" . "Shit" I whisper, I decide to take the picture with me as I scramble to get all my other stuff. I hear his heavy footsteps pounding on the stairs as I finally zip the suitcase up and my small backpack. I hear the handle slowly turn and I quickly turn around to hide the suitcase from his view. "What you got there he says, I hope you don't think your going anywhere".
"No, I just- " he stops me mid sentence by slapping me in the face so hard the force knocks me to my knees. "I told you I was gonna beat the shit out of you". "Not anymore" I say in a whisper.
"What did you say". I repeat my words but louder while I stand up. I'm just tired of him of this life that I'm living of everything so before he can do anything I push him and punch him as hard as I can. While he is still in shock I get my suitcase and my backpack and stuff the money and ticket into my purse. I look down at him with tears in my eyes not letting them fall in front of him I kick him in the ribs and yell "I hate you". With that I leave and I run as fast as I can to the bus stop without looking back. Because if I do I'll remember all those horrible memories of abuse since I was little those memories I've been trying soo hard to forget.
Notes
Soo my first story......I'm scared everybody might not love it but I'm going to enjoy writing it.
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Why are you guy's so fucking hateful. Thank You @directioner_563 for saying something about this stupidity... And whoever that other girl is she needs to STFU nobody was saying shit to her
so she doesnt need to say shit to me or you. Both of them need to sit down and think.. why am i being such a ***** to someone I dont even fucking know like WTF.
2/14/15