Ill be there. Chappy 1!

"They always told me I was a good child. I never cried too much, I was never sick when I shouldn't be, I was never skiving school.
That was when they were both here.
''Jumbie!'' I heard my Dad call. That was what everyone called me, no one called me Holly anymore, even my Dad. It was 7:30 in the morning, time to get up, then learning. I'm home schooled. My Dad lost the plot when Mum died. I was 7.
''If you don't finish that, you'll get the ruler.'' He said. He liked to beat me, abuse me, everything he could hurt me with, he did.
''Yes Dad.'' I replied. I knew I'd get it anyway. I finished my toast and my Dad pulled me towards him. He hit me with the ruler, Of course.
I went up to my room to get dressed and turned on my Ipod. Not so typical music choices for a 14 year old girl from Sheffield were on it. I liked the music though, and the people who made it.
''Come ON Jumbie!'' Dad screamed from down the stairs. By the time I got down there he had all my learning equipment out. Today was Friday. So I only had today to suffer with it, then I had freedom tommorow.
My dad only works on weekends. Which allows me to have time off like a normal person would. But of course Im not a normal person. You've probably figured that out already.
So we sat, I worked, my Dad hit. Just a couple of extra bruises here and there, nothing compared to what I already have.
We ate dinner and Dad left me to my own devices. That ment more music, more time to stare at the bruises.
I cried, like I always did, and decided I had to get out of there. I'd worked the whole thing out, and by that time. I was really tired.
''Tommorow'', I muttered under my breath. I fell asleep not long after."