Seven years ago..."Get out of my house you little brat!" My mum shouted at me the moment I stepped into the house.
"But mu-"
"Don't 'mum' me, I'm not your mum" She gritted her teeth, anger evident in her voice.
I couldn't believe that she could do this to me, send me out of her house. Sure it was expected but I thought I still had a few more years.
"Do you have any idea what you are doing?" I said trying to sound brave and strong "you are sending a ten year old girl out on her own just because yo-"
"Enough!" She interrupted "just get out of my house"
She threw my small suitcase down the stairs and I watched in horror as the contents were sent flying out
I bent down to pick them up and put them properly inside my suitcase and I locked it back tightly.
I suddenly, couldn't breathe anymore, my breath was caught in my throat , and I began choking on my own tears. the pain was too much. I needed to leave as fast as possible, she didn't need to find out. The room became too hot for me to stay. I turned on my heels to leave but she interrupted me yet again.
"And hand me your keys" She said, tapping her foot against the wooden floor, obviously getting impatient.
I reached for my keys in my pocket and threw them on the floor as I ran out of the house into the cold night heading nowhere in particular.
As far away from the house as possible I calmed my breathing with the treatment the doctor had given me, the way I was instructed and the struggling stopped almost instantly.
When I was calm enough I continued my journey to nowhere and I couldn't stop the tears from making an ugly appearance on my face. I felt alone and rejected. I guess this was my own ugly fate.
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Adopted
Teen FictionJemma Jones has had a rough life right from her birth. Born of a prostitute, thrown out by the age of ten, thrown into various foster homes and finally getting adopted by the richest people in the country. Jemma has only one mission when she is adop...