Amelia's story (27 page)
Authors: D. G Torrens
I made my way back up to the house and walked in through the back door as quietly as I
could.
I knew Torwen was at work and Jason was the only one in the house as the boys were always at ice hockey practice or out with their friends. I started walking up the stairs when Jason appeared
out of
no
where at the top of the landing.
I stopped dead in my tr
acks and turned to go back down.
He started wa
lking after me, calling my name.
I could
tell he had been drinking again, and
I made my way into the kitchen and shut the door behind me. Jason burst
through the door like a madman.
H
e grabbed me and pull
ed me into the hallway out of sight of the kitchen window.
H
e pushed me on to the floor and started kissing
my neck and groping my breasts.
I felt sick once more
as
all I could smell was that putrid stench of bee
r coming from his breath. He
pulled my leggings down
,
and I could feel his hands s
liding up the inside of my legs.
I pushed him onto his side and tried to run
,
but he grabbed my ankle
, pulling me back toward
him. I started kicking with all the strength I could muster and finally I caught him between the legs.
I ran upstairs as fast as I could, not even thinking about my leggings lying on the floor in the hallway. I put
on a pair of jeans and my coat.
I packed all my things into my sports bag and sat down to think about my next move. I was heaving and ran into the bathroom to be sick.
It was Friday night
,
and I knew Torwen would be back home
by 10:
30
p.m.
I decided to wait for her and do the only decent thing I could think of
,
for her sake
,
and that was tell her the truth.
S
he deserved so mu
ch better than him;
she was so classy and gracious, a true lady. How she ended up married to this overweight
,
pot
-
bellied pervert I had no idea.
I waited and waited for what seemed like hours for Torwen to return. Earlier I had heard Jason slamming the back door and driving off in his old BMW. Eventually I heard Torwen co
ming in through the front door.
I took a deep breath and walked down the stairs with all my belongings in my bag ready to leave once and for all. Torwen just stared at me
.
“Amelia
,
where are you going?”
she asked.
I asked her to sit down
and began to tell her everything. She never said a wor
d the whole time I was speaking, as
tears were running
down her face as they were mine.
I thought she was about to give me a big hug and tell me everything was going to be al
l
right
, but I was very wrong. Nothing
could have prepared me for her reaction, not in a million years.
Torwen flew off her chair and slapped me so hard across the face,
and
then
she just carried on hitting me.
W
hen she stopped
,
she looked at me very calm
ly
and called me
a whore.
S
he told me I was a liar
, that Jason was
not like that,
and that
Jason would never assault an
ybody. I was made to feel dirty.
L
ike I was at fault, she reminded me of everything that she had done for me, giving me a home, welcoming me into t
he family like one of their own.
H
ow could I spout such ugly lies
?
S
he shouted at me over and over again.
I was in total shock.
I just wanted to die right there right then,
and
I could hardly breathe properly for crying so hysterically. I told her I was packed and ready to leav
e.
I made my
way toward
the back door and Jason walked in, I could tell by the look on his face that he knew I had told his wife what he had done to me. He looked
at
Torwen and she ask
ed him, “Is
it true wh
at Amelia claims you did to her?”
H
e looked at me
,
hi
s face bright red through anger.
H
e consoled his wife with just the right words
,
telling her he would never do such a thing and that he had no idea what she was talking about. Torwen shouted at me to get out of her house,
and
she ne
ver wanted to see me ever again.
A
s I was walking down the path she just kept shouting
,
“
L
iar
,
liar
, liar!
” I could not
bear
the thought
that Torwen did not believe me.
T
his hurt me so much, but there was nothing I could say to make her believe me.
I had a few hundred pounds in my pocket
,
a sports bag
,
which housed everything I owned
,
and nowhere to go. I ha
d just one thought in my head:
Y
our destiny is in your own hands now,
Amelia. Do you go home to M
other for a while or find a hostel temporarily?
Both options did not appeal to me in the slightest.
I knew there was only one place I wanted to be right now and that was the old ruin. I started on the two-mile walk to Jake and Amelia’s special place
. I knew I would be safe there.
I quite liked the thought of sleeping under the stars in my secret garden. I would anticipate my next move going forward the following morning.
For the first time, my destiny truly was in my own hands.
THE END
The sequel
,
“
Amelia’s
Destiny” is now available on Amazon.
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a
uthor
Dawn G. Torrens lives in Birmingham
,
England
,
with her devoted
h
usband and beautiful daughter. She is currently writing
a collection of poetry due for release in April 2013.
Dawn
is passionate about her charities the NSPCC and Barnardos, and a percentage of all her sales from
Amelia’s Story
and the sequel,
Amelia’s Destiny
,
go to both of these charities.
“
The child first and foremost
.
”
I would like to say a huge thank you to the following great people:
My husband: for his unwavering support throughout the creation of this book. I could not have done this without you. I love you with all my heart.
My mother
-
in
-
law Kamla: for taking care of princess
at crucial points of my writing;
this time was invaluable to me. Without your help I would not have completed my work for quite some time!
My brother
-
in-law Harj: for all h
is technical support. Your IT
knowledge is phenomenal, not to m
ention you saved me a fortune—
all greatly appreciated.
My dear friend Sam: for reading the first draft of
my book and giving me some much-
needed feedback.
My best friend Karen: for your advice and support from the beginning to end, and allowing me to use you as a sounding board.
To H F Pixel
and Ares Jun
: for designing my book cover which captures the very essence of what my book is about.
The Shropshire
Social Services
record department: for allowing me access to my care
reports and case review reports.
I would like to thank FirstEditing.com for casting their professional eye over my manuscript and giving it that final polish.
And to my T
witter family: a bunch of great
a
uthors for their advice and sup
port along the way—
this was very
humbling (you know who you are).
