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'OK, what did you break this time?'
'Huh? I haven't moved since you left'
'Don’t lie, I can see the look in your eye, you've done something you weren't supposed to and you know it'
Liam looked at his mother as if to say 'don't be ridiculous, you know I haven't done anything'
But still, she went off into the kitchen and came back with a glass bowl broken into many pieces
'OK, so how did you do it? What did you try and do? The washing up? Or were you trying to make it fall on you? Make it look as if your mother attacks you? In the hope that you won't have to live here anymore? Well, think again young man, because you're stuck here, you're never getting out and daddy isn't here to save you anymore is he?'
'But-' he never got to finish what he was trying to say because she threw the pieces of glass at him and he had to dive out of the way to avoid them, she continued to throw them at him as he ran for the door to escape to his room, but as she threw the last piece it hit his shoulder, cutting it open.
Still, Liam yanked the door open and slammed it shut behind him, looking down at his shoulder, then at his feet, which were in his typical black converse, he looked across the hallway into the mirror, what he saw was what he knew he'd become, an angry and confused teenager.
Taking another glance back at the door to the lounge, behind which he could still hear his mother ranting and raving, he grabbed his house key and left the house, running down the road he felt the tears welling up in his eyes, un-sure whether it was from the pain in his shoulder or the emotions he was feeling towards what his mother had said he just kept on running, not knowing where he was running to.
Two Hours later
*Dad lives around here somewhere...I think*
Slowly Liam was starting to lose his grip on reality and his sense of direction was fading too, as he started to cross a road a car was just pulling into the drive of a house just across the road
'Oh my God, that's my son...' Was all the driver of the car thought as he parked and got out
'Liam, Liam, what's happened?’ But as he approached Liam, the 11 year old finally lost all his strength and just collapsed into his fathers arms
*My God what's that crazy woman done to you? *
4 hours later
'WHAT ON EARTH WERE YOU DOING?'
'He broke the damn thing over his head! I never did anything!'
'Well that's not what he told me, besides, if he'd broken it over his head you stupid cow it would have cut his head and not JUST his shoulder!'
Liam’s mother and father stood in the front room of his mothers house arguing and pointing at each-other, Liam sat just outside where his father had told him to, slowly he got to his feet and once again found himself standing looking in the mirror across the hall at his reflection, paler now than the last time he'd looked, but the look on his face more decisive.
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Four years later
"Bye mum, I'm going to school now" Liam pulled the door shut behind him before his mother could say anything, he did as much as he could to stay out of her way, she was still as violent with him now as she had been four years ago, even with her new boyfriend she still found the time to verbally and physically torment Liam.
He'd found two things to do to keep out of her way, he'd taken up playing bass and was part of the schools band, and he was starting to write a lot more, his poetry and lyric writing was some of the best in his year, or so he was frequently told by his English teachers.
He spent his weekends at his fathers’ house, up until he started his last year of school, when his father moved away because he was offered a better-paid job far away from where he was.
That was when the real trouble started, his mother found something to complain about whatever he did, he always did SOMETHING wrong, and no matter how many times he tried to shout it out with he, she wouldn't listen, she blamed him for everything, it was all his fault, he could never do anything that she asked him to right, he never listened to what she said;
"You were a mistake! We never wanted you! If you hadn't come along your father and me would still be together! But YOU RUINED OUR LIVES!"
The night she had yelled this at him, he'd slammed out of the house and spent the rest of the night walking around the streets of his local town, periodically stopping to sit down somewhere and cry.
A week later he moved out, he'd found a job, saved enough money to put a deposit on a two room flat, was earning enough for the rent, and He’d just had enough of everything, he wanted a break from it all, a PERMANENT break.
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