Mel Of Bacchus

Okay, so after we all found out Mum was pregnant, I thought the accusations of me being in love with my stepfather would stop.

But it didnt.

Because I quite clearly wasn’t happy for her and Troy, Mum put it down to me being jealous.

My birthday came and went, no celebration for a spoilt brat like me..

I was just sick to death of defending myself by this point, it was almost a daily occurrence for almost 3 weeks now and so I tried to be home as little as possible spending a lot of time alone at the library.

One afternoon, I came home and Mum again started with the whole Me and Troy thing and I’d had enough. I completely lost it at her.

Already yelling and swearing at each other in absolute rage, I told her that he did 7 years for slashing his ex wife’s face up to non recognition. Who the hell would have someone like that around their kids and more to the point.. want a baby so someone who does that? That was not ever the kind of man I would want to be with..

Mum was red in the face, “You don’t want me to be happy”, “Your just making up shit to split us up because your jealous”.

I told her it was true.

“Okay, well we will ask Troy when he gets home then.” she hissed at me.

No part of me wanted to be a part of that conversation and so I told Mum she can work that out with her own husband.

Mum tried grounding me, took my phone and sent me to my room.

I went to my room but soon went out to tell her I was going for a walk.

I didn’t want to be there when Troy got home.. I didn’t know this guy or what he was fully capable of and I was scared.

Mum told me to go back to my room and as I walked towards the front door she got in front of me and barricaded it.

I pushed past her slamming the screen door behind me.

Mum screamed out in pain behind the door I had just slammed.

She dropped to the floor.

I went back inside and helped her to the bathroom.

There was blood everywhere.

She was bleeding.

“I’m miscarriage” she cried “I’m losing our baby”.

I didnt know what to do. I just stood there.

“If you were scared of Troy before, you should be more scared now you’ve lost his kid..”

And I was.

“Get out!” she yelled

“GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE YOU SELFISH LITTLE CUNT!”

I left and heard her yell while crying in pain “and don’t you dare ever come back!”

I went to the library crying. Absolute guilt, pains in my stomach, nervous for how Troy would react when he got home.

I cried into the bean bags at the library and ended up falling asleep there.

The librarian woke me up to tell me the library was closing.

I walked outside the library and sat out the front.

I sat there for what felt like hours until I realised it had gotten quite dark.

I walked to the drouin train station and sat there a while.

I reverse charge called my Aunty in Moe and asked if I could go there.

“It sounds like you’re in a bit of a self destruction faze doesn’t it Melissa?” she said. “I don’t think you coming here will be a good idea right now”

I hung up.

Then after hearing a fight breaking out nearby I went back to the front of the library and slept on the big doormat at its front doors.

This was my first experience on the streets alone.

I was 13yo too scared to go home.