I'm not a slut
Chapter 4
(Diana's P.O.V)
*Flashback* (7 years old)
"Be good while I'm at the store honey!"
"I will mommy!"
That was the last time I ever saw my mom alive again.
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She left around 1:00 pm and she still hasn't returned. It was almost 5:30 and I was getting really worried. I was sitting at the kitchen table when I heard the phone start to ring. I ran to the phone hoping it was my mom calling, but it wasn't it was the hospital. I picked up the phone. I heard the something I never wanted to hear.
"Hello is this Diana Parker?"
"Yes I'm Diana. Why are you calling me?"
"Listen Diana I am very sorry to tell you this, but your mother is dead. She was in a car accident and died on sudden impact."
"W-w-what?"
"I'm sorry Diana"
"Can I come say goodbye to her"
"Yes you can. I will wait for you in the lobby Goodbye"
"Bye"
I grabbed my shoes and started to run to the hospital. I ran into the lobby and I saw a nurse who was holding a sign that said "Diana" I ran over to her and she took me up to a room. When I walked in the room I saw the sight that no 7 year old wanted to see. My mother was lying on a bed in a hospital gown. I heard the nurse walk out and close the door. I walked up to my mom and stared at her. I just couldn't believe it. I held her hand for the last time. I gave her a hug for the last time, And I kissed her cheek for the last time. But what I didn't do was say I love you for the last time. I started to say my goodbye.
"Mommy... I can't believe this happened to you. You are a good person. You didn't deserve this. Why did it have to happen? NO! Mommy I love you so much! I hope you go to Heaven and not Hell. I love you Mommy never forget that." I could have said more except I started to sob uncontrollably. The nurse walked back in and told me it was time for them to take her away. I thanked her for letting me come and then I walked home. When I got home I was greeted by my dog Rosco and not my dad. I played with Rosco for a few minutes and then decided to get something to eat since it was around 6:00 pm. I put a pizza in the oven and then sat down to watch tv. 30 minutes later my pizza was done. Since it was only 6:30 I decided just to watch movies. I fell asleep while watching Toy Story. I woke up when I heard the front door slam. I knew it was my dad. I was about to get up and go talk to him about what happened today, but I stopped when I smelt something. Something I never really smell in this house. The smell was alcohol. The last time my dad had a drink was 2 years before I was born. That was 9 years ago. I was broke out of my thoughts when my drunk father stumbled into the living room.
"Come here" he said. I slowly made my way over to him. I was walking slow, because in school we had just learned about a girl ho was raped by someone who was drunk. I didn't want that to happen to me.
"What do you want?" I asked softly. I didn't want to get him mad. But instead of answering he slapped me across they face. I stumbled backwards.
"Ow you dick!"
"Don't talk to me like that you bitch!"
"Whatever you asshole!" He punched me in the face. I fell to the floor and held my cheek. It hurt like a bitch, but I wouldn't let him see me cry.
"Get up" I stayed down.
"Get up bitch!" I didn't move.
"I SAID GET UP BITCH!" He pulled me up by my hair and then threw me into the closest wall. He came over and kicked me in the stomach. He picked me up and then hit my head against the wall. I then blacked out. I woke up and my father was gone. I looked down and saw that I did have all my clothes on. I tried to get up, but failed. After a few minutes of holding on to different things to get up, I got up and made my way to the steps. I crawled up them and crawled to my room. I went into the bathroom. I stood up and saw that my face was bloody and it had hand prints. I took a shower and discovered more bruises. After my shower I changed into pj's and got into bed.
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*Flashback* (16 years old)
I was doing homework in my room = when I heard my dad come home. I got up quietly and locked my door. A few minutes later I heard a knock.
"Let me in slut!" I stayed quiet and I didn't move.
"I know you are in there! You don't have any friends, so its not like you are out with them!" That is a lie. I do have one friend. We have been friends since I was 10. Her name is Bethany Mouse.
"OPEN THE GOD DAMN DOOR!" I got up and opened the door. My drunk father stumbled in. He came over to me and he tried to grab my shirt, but I punched him square in the face. He groaned in pain.
"YOU BITCH!"
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*Flashback* (19 years old) (a week before Harry got there)
Today is the day my dad comes home. yay...
Anyways I am so close to getting out of this hell hole. I have been saving up to move out of here. I hid my money in...
"Hey whore I'm home!" I ran upstairs to get into my bedroom and lock the door, but it was no use. He caught me... He punched, slapped, back handed, kicked, threw, and broke. He did everything possible to make me cry out in pain. But I didn't. I'm not going to give him satisfaction. I was knocked out of my thoughts when I felt a sharp pain in my leg. He stabbed my with a piece of glass. He always hurts my legs. I don't know why. I pretended I was knocked out. He fell for it and left me there on the ground. I got up once I heard the front door close. I went to the bathroom and I grabbed my razor and slashed me wrists. My blood was everywhere.
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*Not really a flashback, but an explanation*
Remember that I said my dad always hurts my legs. Yes, no, well he does. It affects how I walk. So when I walk it looks the same as a girl who just had sex walks. So I get called a slut cause people think I have sex a lot the day before I walk funny. I also am made fun of because I cut and I am very skinny. Before you think of it... NO! I don't throw up my food. I just don't eat a lot. My bullies are Emma, Timmy, and Calem.
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I heard someone clear their throat and then I saw a hand waving in front of my face. I looked up and was greeted with a worried Harry. Why was he worried? Hmm I'll ask him later.
Bold- Harry Normal- Diana
"Are you okay love?" I felt butterflies when he called me love. Why/
"Oh um... yea I'm fine I was just thinking about something."
"You looked like you were thinking pretty hard. Do you want to talk about it?"
"Um no thanks. It's kinda private."
"Oh okay." There was an awkward silence. But Harry broke it.
"Do you want to work on the project today?"
"Um yea sure"
"Can we work at your house today? Only my mum and sister are home today and if we go there we will be interrogated"
"Ok. Lets go" We got in his car and I told him where to go. Once we got there we went inside. We went into the kitchen and got snacks. Then we headed up to my room. We were talking about what to do for our project. When suddenly the front door opened. And I realized something. Today is the day my dad comes home.
*Flashback* (7 years old)
"Be good while I'm at the store honey!"
"I will mommy!"
That was the last time I ever saw my mom alive again.
___________________________________________________________________________
She left around 1:00 pm and she still hasn't returned. It was almost 5:30 and I was getting really worried. I was sitting at the kitchen table when I heard the phone start to ring. I ran to the phone hoping it was my mom calling, but it wasn't it was the hospital. I picked up the phone. I heard the something I never wanted to hear.
"Hello is this Diana Parker?"
"Yes I'm Diana. Why are you calling me?"
"Listen Diana I am very sorry to tell you this, but your mother is dead. She was in a car accident and died on sudden impact."
"W-w-what?"
"I'm sorry Diana"
"Can I come say goodbye to her"
"Yes you can. I will wait for you in the lobby Goodbye"
"Bye"
I grabbed my shoes and started to run to the hospital. I ran into the lobby and I saw a nurse who was holding a sign that said "Diana" I ran over to her and she took me up to a room. When I walked in the room I saw the sight that no 7 year old wanted to see. My mother was lying on a bed in a hospital gown. I heard the nurse walk out and close the door. I walked up to my mom and stared at her. I just couldn't believe it. I held her hand for the last time. I gave her a hug for the last time, And I kissed her cheek for the last time. But what I didn't do was say I love you for the last time. I started to say my goodbye.
"Mommy... I can't believe this happened to you. You are a good person. You didn't deserve this. Why did it have to happen? NO! Mommy I love you so much! I hope you go to Heaven and not Hell. I love you Mommy never forget that." I could have said more except I started to sob uncontrollably. The nurse walked back in and told me it was time for them to take her away. I thanked her for letting me come and then I walked home. When I got home I was greeted by my dog Rosco and not my dad. I played with Rosco for a few minutes and then decided to get something to eat since it was around 6:00 pm. I put a pizza in the oven and then sat down to watch tv. 30 minutes later my pizza was done. Since it was only 6:30 I decided just to watch movies. I fell asleep while watching Toy Story. I woke up when I heard the front door slam. I knew it was my dad. I was about to get up and go talk to him about what happened today, but I stopped when I smelt something. Something I never really smell in this house. The smell was alcohol. The last time my dad had a drink was 2 years before I was born. That was 9 years ago. I was broke out of my thoughts when my drunk father stumbled into the living room.
"Come here" he said. I slowly made my way over to him. I was walking slow, because in school we had just learned about a girl ho was raped by someone who was drunk. I didn't want that to happen to me.
"What do you want?" I asked softly. I didn't want to get him mad. But instead of answering he slapped me across they face. I stumbled backwards.
"Ow you dick!"
"Don't talk to me like that you bitch!"
"Whatever you asshole!" He punched me in the face. I fell to the floor and held my cheek. It hurt like a bitch, but I wouldn't let him see me cry.
"Get up" I stayed down.
"Get up bitch!" I didn't move.
"I SAID GET UP BITCH!" He pulled me up by my hair and then threw me into the closest wall. He came over and kicked me in the stomach. He picked me up and then hit my head against the wall. I then blacked out. I woke up and my father was gone. I looked down and saw that I did have all my clothes on. I tried to get up, but failed. After a few minutes of holding on to different things to get up, I got up and made my way to the steps. I crawled up them and crawled to my room. I went into the bathroom. I stood up and saw that my face was bloody and it had hand prints. I took a shower and discovered more bruises. After my shower I changed into pj's and got into bed.
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*Flashback* (16 years old)
I was doing homework in my room = when I heard my dad come home. I got up quietly and locked my door. A few minutes later I heard a knock.
"Let me in slut!" I stayed quiet and I didn't move.
"I know you are in there! You don't have any friends, so its not like you are out with them!" That is a lie. I do have one friend. We have been friends since I was 10. Her name is Bethany Mouse.
"OPEN THE GOD DAMN DOOR!" I got up and opened the door. My drunk father stumbled in. He came over to me and he tried to grab my shirt, but I punched him square in the face. He groaned in pain.
"YOU BITCH!"
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*Flashback* (19 years old) (a week before Harry got there)
Today is the day my dad comes home. yay...
Anyways I am so close to getting out of this hell hole. I have been saving up to move out of here. I hid my money in...
"Hey whore I'm home!" I ran upstairs to get into my bedroom and lock the door, but it was no use. He caught me... He punched, slapped, back handed, kicked, threw, and broke. He did everything possible to make me cry out in pain. But I didn't. I'm not going to give him satisfaction. I was knocked out of my thoughts when I felt a sharp pain in my leg. He stabbed my with a piece of glass. He always hurts my legs. I don't know why. I pretended I was knocked out. He fell for it and left me there on the ground. I got up once I heard the front door close. I went to the bathroom and I grabbed my razor and slashed me wrists. My blood was everywhere.
___________________________________________________________________________
*Not really a flashback, but an explanation*
Remember that I said my dad always hurts my legs. Yes, no, well he does. It affects how I walk. So when I walk it looks the same as a girl who just had sex walks. So I get called a slut cause people think I have sex a lot the day before I walk funny. I also am made fun of because I cut and I am very skinny. Before you think of it... NO! I don't throw up my food. I just don't eat a lot. My bullies are Emma, Timmy, and Calem.
___________________________________________________________________________
I heard someone clear their throat and then I saw a hand waving in front of my face. I looked up and was greeted with a worried Harry. Why was he worried? Hmm I'll ask him later.
Bold- Harry Normal- Diana
"Are you okay love?" I felt butterflies when he called me love. Why/
"Oh um... yea I'm fine I was just thinking about something."
"You looked like you were thinking pretty hard. Do you want to talk about it?"
"Um no thanks. It's kinda private."
"Oh okay." There was an awkward silence. But Harry broke it.
"Do you want to work on the project today?"
"Um yea sure"
"Can we work at your house today? Only my mum and sister are home today and if we go there we will be interrogated"
"Ok. Lets go" We got in his car and I told him where to go. Once we got there we went inside. We went into the kitchen and got snacks. Then we headed up to my room. We were talking about what to do for our project. When suddenly the front door opened. And I realized something. Today is the day my dad comes home.
Notes
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3/19/14