I feared I'd never see him again, the thought made me more and more angry. Max was the only one that made me happy, made me forgot all of the horrible things that went on at home, but now, I was being taken right back to them all.
I cried and screamed the whole way there, but no matter how much I did, I was going home, wheather I liked it or not.
The police car stopped, and we'd arrived. The police man opened the door, and I got out slowly, before trying to make a run for it. I ran fast, but they caught me and dragged me back. I kicked and shouted abuse, but they had a tight grip on me.
The door opened and my Dad stood there, with no expression on his face what so ever, just like usual. I thought that he might be happy to see me back, but no, he didn't care at all. It's like he wasn't even there.
I was marched into the house, and the officers left, leaving me raged and upset.
"I can't believe you made them bring me back. I bet you didn't even miss me, I don't even know who you are anymore." I said to Dad, trying to be hurtful, as it was his fault I was back.
He just walked away, without saying anything.
I ran upstairs, and opened my sisters bedroom door, to see if she was in. Oh she was in, with a bottle in her hand and a random boys tongue down her throat.
"F.uck sake Rhi you could of at least knocked, this is Adam, I met him at a club last night, you don't have a con.dom on you do ya?" She said, taking another large gulp from the bottle.
I looked at her disgusted, I opened my mouth to speak, but there was nothing to be said, so I walked out and ran into my room.
I put on some music and turned it up loud, trying to block out the noice of my sister and that guy. I cried and cried, getting myself worked up and flustered. I ran my hands through my hair and pulled out great chunks through my fury.
I ran for the scissors in my draw and pressed them to my skin on my other arm. I screamed and made the first agonising cut, but it wasn't enough. A second, a third, a fourth, the blood was everywhere. I stopped, and cried in my sorrow.
The door opened, and in walked my uncle.