because I was finally not so scared that I couldn’t scream.
My mum rolled herself in using her wheelchair. The police were called, I was taken to hospital, etcetera, etcetera. My mum hated herself, blamed herself. I hated myself, blamed myself. All that fun stuff.
The sick freak was locked up and mum packed us up and shipped us off as s oon as she could. One minute I’m living in hell with my best friend holding my hand to guide me through it blindly and the next minute, everything I own is boxed up on a lorry and we’re going to stay with my aunty on the other side of the city.
We packed throughout the next day and night because we both wanted out of the house. I knocked on their door early the next morning. His Granddad answered. I could barely see him through my tears. I needed to say goodbye and give him my aunt’s telephone number so we wouldn’t lose touch.
He’d saved me and put an end to it all. I needed him. I asked to see Karl and his Granddad went to fetch him but he returned a few minutes later and told me Karl wasn’t handling it well and didn’t want to see me. He apologised but my heart was already broken.
Sometime between him rescuing me and me knocking on the door, Karl had decided that he couldn’t handle being friends with somebody with so much baggage. Somebody who’d been defiled.”
I hear Becky gasp through her tears but I’m not really in the room anymore. I’m still stood on that doorstep as Granddad Carter shuts the door and my mum tries to drag me to the car.
“After a few months of therapy, I found out that Karl’s mum had died. I’d lost my best friend and he didn’t even need me to get through his mother’s death. Not only that, but I never got a chance to thank Helen for her big heart and the way she looked after me all that time. It was a tough year.”
“ Ellie, I’m so-” Becky starts, squeezing my hand back.
“ Don’t say you’re sorry, Blossom,” I warn with a smirk. “You didn’t do anything wrong and neither did I.”
I take a deep breath and shake off the ghosts of my pasts.
“He died in prison. Apparently, people don’t take too kindly to child molesters. He’s gone now and the world’s a better place for it. I’ve moved on, but now you know why I act weird around Karl. He doesn’t remember me and I’d rather it stayed that way.”
“ Gosh, Ellie,” Becky wipes her eyes dry. What sort of girl cries over somebody else’s misfortunes? I love this powerpuff girl. “You’re amazing.”
“ Not the usual response to this sort of thing, Blossom,” I chuckle.
“ I mean it,” she insists. “You went through all that and you’re still a super awesome badass.”
“ Badass?” I grin.
“ Definitely,” she nods insistently.
“ Alright then,” my grin broadens. “Well let’s go be badass whilst we do maths homework then.”
I feel like I must be doing something right if karma has given me a friend like Becky. There was no judgement as she listened. No pity. No disgust. She just cried, sharing the pain I’d once lived through
She prints out a few sheets from the computer and then shows me into the library.
“ How long have you been volunteering here?” I ask as she finds us a table.
“ I started at the beginning of the summer. Thought it might look good on my CV,” she blushes and looks at me through her thick glasses.
“ You got it all figured out? Your future, I mean?” I ask. She’s obviously clever. I have to wonder what she wants to do with her life. She could do anything.
“ I think so,” she grimaces. “I’m going to be a lawyer.”
“ Is that what you want?” I frown.
She shrugs and nibbles on her lip.
I’m about to ask what she really wants to do with her life but she pulls out her maths book. It’s an obvious evasive tactic and I let her have it. For now.
I have a feeling Becky is key to helping me find Elise again and I’m going to help her find herself in return.
With Becky Blossom’s help, the
My mum rolled herself in using her wheelchair. The police were called, I was taken to hospital, etcetera, etcetera. My mum hated herself, blamed herself. I hated myself, blamed myself. All that fun stuff.
The sick freak was locked up and mum packed us up and shipped us off as s oon as she could. One minute I’m living in hell with my best friend holding my hand to guide me through it blindly and the next minute, everything I own is boxed up on a lorry and we’re going to stay with my aunty on the other side of the city.
We packed throughout the next day and night because we both wanted out of the house. I knocked on their door early the next morning. His Granddad answered. I could barely see him through my tears. I needed to say goodbye and give him my aunt’s telephone number so we wouldn’t lose touch.
He’d saved me and put an end to it all. I needed him. I asked to see Karl and his Granddad went to fetch him but he returned a few minutes later and told me Karl wasn’t handling it well and didn’t want to see me. He apologised but my heart was already broken.
Sometime between him rescuing me and me knocking on the door, Karl had decided that he couldn’t handle being friends with somebody with so much baggage. Somebody who’d been defiled.”
I hear Becky gasp through her tears but I’m not really in the room anymore. I’m still stood on that doorstep as Granddad Carter shuts the door and my mum tries to drag me to the car.
“After a few months of therapy, I found out that Karl’s mum had died. I’d lost my best friend and he didn’t even need me to get through his mother’s death. Not only that, but I never got a chance to thank Helen for her big heart and the way she looked after me all that time. It was a tough year.”
“ Ellie, I’m so-” Becky starts, squeezing my hand back.
“ Don’t say you’re sorry, Blossom,” I warn with a smirk. “You didn’t do anything wrong and neither did I.”
I take a deep breath and shake off the ghosts of my pasts.
“He died in prison. Apparently, people don’t take too kindly to child molesters. He’s gone now and the world’s a better place for it. I’ve moved on, but now you know why I act weird around Karl. He doesn’t remember me and I’d rather it stayed that way.”
“ Gosh, Ellie,” Becky wipes her eyes dry. What sort of girl cries over somebody else’s misfortunes? I love this powerpuff girl. “You’re amazing.”
“ Not the usual response to this sort of thing, Blossom,” I chuckle.
“ I mean it,” she insists. “You went through all that and you’re still a super awesome badass.”
“ Badass?” I grin.
“ Definitely,” she nods insistently.
“ Alright then,” my grin broadens. “Well let’s go be badass whilst we do maths homework then.”
I feel like I must be doing something right if karma has given me a friend like Becky. There was no judgement as she listened. No pity. No disgust. She just cried, sharing the pain I’d once lived through
She prints out a few sheets from the computer and then shows me into the library.
“ How long have you been volunteering here?” I ask as she finds us a table.
“ I started at the beginning of the summer. Thought it might look good on my CV,” she blushes and looks at me through her thick glasses.
“ You got it all figured out? Your future, I mean?” I ask. She’s obviously clever. I have to wonder what she wants to do with her life. She could do anything.
“ I think so,” she grimaces. “I’m going to be a lawyer.”
“ Is that what you want?” I frown.
She shrugs and nibbles on her lip.
I’m about to ask what she really wants to do with her life but she pulls out her maths book. It’s an obvious evasive tactic and I let her have it. For now.
I have a feeling Becky is key to helping me find Elise again and I’m going to help her find herself in return.
With Becky Blossom’s help, the
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