Love in a Photograph

My eyes flutter open but I wince in pain. I am on my bed laid down. I get up slowly due to the agonising pain. I slowly make my way to the bathroom and lift up my shirt and see through the mirror the different shades of blue and purple. My ribs are killing me everything aches. I make my way to where the incident occurred I softly yell out my mums name to see if she's ok, she is my main priority.

I take all the beatings for her, yet mum doesn't see what is happening is completely ad utterly wrong. I see a note on the counter and squint my eyes as they are black also, along with a cut bleeding lip.

Those stupid sad excuse for parents I have. They have left me and gone on a holiday, ok I must have a head injury this note can't be real there is no way, wait hang on correction my dad would do this. My mum would never leave with him especially after the way he mistreated her. I have no one here right now. But I only want one person to talk to right now.

I get my phone out still in discomfort of pain. I dial the number the one I know so well.
"Harry mate how are you.?" I have called Hayley's dad, he has been more of a father to me than my actual dad who has my DNA I guess there is more to family than blood.
I explain everything to him, luckily for me he and Hayley are in London finishing dinner. Hayley every time someone says her name my world lights up. She is coming with her dad now she is my savour, my angel and it's the only think keeping me going at this painful moment I am experiencing, but I have to be strong for her knowing I am seeing her shortly. Unfortunately it's not enough my pain is too strong for me to overcome.

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