The sunlight sieved into my closed eyelids and so did all the memories from yesterday and I decided to get up to see if father was truly here or if I was dreaming. I stood on my slippers and wrapped my dressing gown around my cold body and paced toward my mom room. I slowly opened the door and truly, to my eyes discontent, I saw him, in my mom's room, lying with his arms around her. I still don't believe that one man can just walk away and walk back into my house and be accepted just because he said he 'changed'. I mean, I can say that as well but I doubt mom will even care or believe me. If I leave this house no one would even notice- in fact they would be relieved so If I come back and say I've changed mom would just scorn and get angry at me for running away. I looked at my mom's face. Lines showing a lack of sleep scared her beautiful, innocent face, in which she used to smile and hug. I guess I did become a bit rebellious but that was because she sent dad away when he came back drunk. I loved dad a lot and we used to have good times together but then he started drinking when his mom died so we were stuck having a drunken father. When mom sent him away I expected him to come back but he never did until today, when he claims to have changed. I still need more proof about that one. I turned around to go and then I heard a muffled 'good morning' from dad. I twisted my head round to see one arm was open and one was around mom and a broad smile on his face. I just scoffed and turned on my heels and walk towards my room, (seeing as I still don't trust this guy). In my room I shut the door and thrust myself on my bed, my head resting on the pillow and my legs half off the bed. As I lay there I remembered the day. It was Friday. The day of the party. Michel’s party. As soon as that got in my mind I shot out of bed and flung my wardrobe open, with a bang. I took out my long cherry-red dress with ruffles at the collar and a matching shoe and scarf with it. I took out my red hand bag and smiled at myself. A little bit of makeup and I’ll be looking like a princess. I nodded at myself and closed my wardrobe (which had a mirror inside) to see my dad with a smile on his face as well. 

"What's this princess? Where are you going?" I looked down at my dress and then to dad's face and did a fake grin. 

"Just trying it on for size. Best I put it away!" 

"That's right. Give it to me afterwards. You can't wear that to church." Dad replied and I just sniffed. 'That’s if I'm going to church' I thought in my head and I closed the door behind him. What a jerk! Mom doesn't even walk into my room like that and he comes to my life and thinks he can just do that? I stuffed the dress in my bag and slipped my uniform over my body, brushed my teeth and headed for the front door. 

"Where you going?" Dad said, hands folded and he was standing on the front door. 

"Erm to school, why?" 

"Have you prayed?" I didn't even answer him. I tried to push him away but he was too strong so I just went to the back door and walked all the way round to the back door. I'm really irritated with this guy now. He thinks he owns this house and starts to behave like he owns me. It was his fault I'm in this situation in the first place so I don't know why he thinks he can just walk back into my life again and 'change'. I began to debate in my head until I got to my locker. Right, we have: Math English French, Geography and Business studies. Great, we have geography again today and I hope the teacher's going to be like yesterday. I shut my locker and spun round to find a smiling Michel on my side.  

"Do you remember?" 

"Oh why would I forget? I would never miss it for the world!" 

"But your dad. I heard he's back...." 

"Scrap that ****brain. He aint gona ruin my fun."  

"You bad girl," he said giving me a pat on the bum and I giggled like a ten year old. 

"Born and bred devil." 

"Me too." he replied and turned to go to his first class and I headed for mine.

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As soon as school ended I ran out of the gates and raced my way home. I didn't even notice Ogu behind me but I didn't care. I just wanted to get home before dad did. Too late. I think he has this thing with folding his arms instead of hitting me and it's really bugging me now. 

"Get ready now," he said with a smile. "We're going to church. Now." 

"One sec," I lied and snook the back keys for safe keeping. Once my dad went upstairs to get changed, I rang Michel to give me a lift at the bus stop and then I got changed in the kitchen toilette, near the back door. That, I thought, was too easy. I mean, he didn't even shout or block the back door or anything. He just did nothing. Retard. I got to the bus stop and sat down. The boy next to me smile and shuffled close to me, trying to talk to me but I ignored all he said. He had jet black hair and low-ridden jeans and an orange hoody. His nose had a big piercing on it and his ear a giant ear hole with a giant ring to fit in it. Whenever he smiled it reminded me of Justin beiber and I hate that guy. The boy probably was about eighteen or something but he was behaving like a thirteen year old Justin Beiber fanatic. He blared his pearly chopper and come too-close-for-comfort and I slowly edged away. The weather began to get gloomy and the heavens opened for the rain to pour and I had no jacket or umbrella and the bus had no shelter-just a seat. I rang Michel as many times as I could until I was scared he was ditching me. Just as I turned to go, I heard a honk behind me and a smiling Michel waving at the steering wheel. 

"Am I too late," He smiled, seductively. "Or do you have any time for me” 

"Yo babes." I said when I spun round, then I got into the car and we drove off, ignoring the jealous look from the 'Justin bieber' boy. I strapped my seatbelt and turned to look at Michel who was focusing on the road. His hair cut short and his dark, chocolate skin seemed even darker as we rode under a bridge. He didn't have any piercings but he had a tattoo of a snake on his muscle which moved whenever he clenched his muscle- that apparently made him stronger. I don't really care about that. His bright, juicy, pink lips had kissed me several times and I have no wondered that else he was going to kiss after me. His brown eyes stayed focus on the road until he finally came to the place and we got out. I truly saw what he was wearing. He had low-ridden jeans and a leather jacket that said Hells angels' some kind of motor bike company. His shoes seemed to have been polished several times and they shone as he walked. He held out a soft palm to me and smiled again.  

"After you my, lady" He grinned and I walked into the night club. I know I should go into night clubs and had never been into one but as soon as I saw my heart skipped a beat. I don't know what it was but I just didn't feel right in here. Like something was going to happen. Something wrong. Teenagers were drunk like frenzy and all were dressed like if they were virtually naked. I caught my eye on Monica. The 'bad girl' of the school who had always been jealous of Michel. She hated me ever since I went out with Michel and kicked me out of her 'group'. I didn’t care at first but after a while she began to really irritate me. She was super- skinny and was sun-tanned down to her feet. She wore shorts and a vest top (even though it was freezing) and her blonde hair swirled round the back of her head. Her face was plastered with makeup and her look could kill a lion dressed in armor. As she marched up to me my legs turned to jelly and I stood frozen as she came closer, and closer.  

"Well well. Isn't It Rosie Poise? The one that stole my boy." 

"I'm sorry that I'm prettier than you but I guess that's how boys work." 

"Yeah so where is Michel now?" I looked around and wondered as well. Were on earth could he be? He was only just behind me when I last saw him? I turned back to the slut and shrugged in shame. "You see, boys are the type that just walk away from you when you get what you want. If I were you I'd scram from that creature before it's too late." She brought herself so close to me, I could smell the alcohol in her breath and I knew that what she said was all out of a drunk rage. Her lips pursed together and she whispered quietly, "Now!" and gave me a hard push towards the door. Her body seemed stronger than usual. My head boomed against the door and I could feel my body going backwards and I closed my eyes to receive the final blow. Suddenly, the grip loosed and a scream opened my eyes. Michel gave her a punch on the back of her head and he ran quickly to hold me up. I couldn't tell if he was angry or sad but he held my hand firmly and marched further in the room. I found a table and we sat down quietly. Michel smiled his usual smile and said, "Retards these days. I didn't even invite her!" I looked with confused eyes.  

"You didn't?" I queried. 

"'Corse I didn't. This is a club. Anyone comes in randomly. Oh well, let's get the party started!" He lifted me up from my chair, by the waist and held me close to him. He stroked my back which soothed me down and made me fall into his lips. We danced and danced all nights and I was enjoying myself, until he gave the orders. I was absolutely puffed out from dancing that Michel offered me a drink and we sat down. He went away for a while and came back with two cocktails on a large, black platter. He smiled again and placed the platter down.  

"Bonne appetite!" He laughed and went into his cocktail. 

"Michel, I can't. Drink. I mean, I'm not yet 18 so I've still got a little way and I promised I won’t get high." 

"Hey that was long ago and you only got 5moths until you’re eighteen." 

"No I got 9 months, which is a while. Thank you for the party but I can't drink." 

"Come on babe. This is our last moment together. Just one small sip, for me and I won’t force you to have any more." 

"OK but you have to promise" 

"I promise babe." 

"Here goes" I put the glass to my lips and took a tiny sip. I let all of the flavors engulf my mouth and wriggle into my through. It was kind of burning my mouth but then all the flavor just burst and settled in my mouth. It wasn't so good that I would have more but I just couldn't resist. I took a bigger sip and it ended in another glass after glass. I tried every single wine that there was, not caring for beer, until I was totally hyped up. The world, started to go up and down and I just felt like switching off but I was too excited. I felt a bit queasy and sick so I sat down for a while to take another glass just to cool me off. When I got to the till this girl looked at me with disgust, slammed the glass down and gave me a look which sent my anger to boil.  

"YO ****HEAD. JUZ COZ I GOTA LIFE AND YOU AINT" I screamed, slamming my hand on the table. "DON'T MEAN U GOT ALL DA RITE TO TREAT ME THAT WAY!" She turned around and glared at me then put her middle finger up and went on cleaning the perfectly clean cup she was cleaning. I wouldn't take this for an answer. I thrust the glass to her head, smashing her skull and causing blood to gush out of the crack in her head. She screamed and jumped up to the two p of the counter, the blood still flowing and an angry look on her face. She was panting link a bicycle pump, her eyes seemed to glow red like one of a bicycle pump. She leap off the counter and prodded her finger to my stomach. 

"Look and listen missy. I gave you a drink and you come chucking a ******* glass on my head." 

"Hey B**** no one gives me stuff with such a look you hear!" and I shoved her, hard into a wall. She kicked me in the stomach and emptied all the contents down her shirt. 

"Look what you did you ******* *****! That is machine washable!" 

"Then go back to the charity shop where you got it and get another one." I knew she wouldn't stand for it but I just couldn't hold it in. before I knew what was happening I felt sharp pain swelled my face and my I could taste the blood from the tooth she knocked out. 

"Get your hands off my girl!" growled a voice. "Touch her again and I'll knock you senseless." 

We turned around and met Michel; his eyes were dangerous and cold. She put me down immediately and ran off. I just shrugged. Michel grabbed me and whispered to me never to worry him like that again. I just nodded then he gave me a long hard kiss.  The kiss lasted more than usual and before I could control him he held me more than I could take. That was when the trouble started. The day I lost my dignity. 

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I was completely drunk silly so I had to take off my heels and open the door to my house. As soon as I did another slap knocked me down. It was dad.

"Were did you go?" he growled. He was so angry he began to shake me around, so much I  threw up on him. He jumped back and then his face changed to disgust. Then to suspicion. He smelled his PJ's with sick and his face turned even angrier and another slap blew my face. I screamed and clolasped on the floor.

"You've been drinking haven’t you went clubbing!"

"No I din't really!" I lied, slurring my words. That was a big mistake. It's like he just felt like hitting me and this time he got his slipper and hit me hard. So hard the world went blank.......