Triggering (Abuse): through a teddy bears eyes

[Penultimate]

( i know i've wrote this before but it got closed so i'm redoing it as i got half way through and never finished it)

Chapter 1

His big brown beady eyes stared back at her, while the man who she calls dad needlessly and relentlessly was beating her. He could hear her pleas 'dad please stop please'. He (the childs bear) could see that tonight her dad was showing no sign of stopping the beatings soon, as the clock ticked the minuets ticked away. 'if only i was more than a stupid poxy teddy bear' he thought. The girls mother was out, like usual, so she was left in the house with her dad. Things were fine at first, she watched the tv and played with her bear while her dad was in the garden, it got to night time and her dad who was also an alcoholic started to drink agian.

Running to her room hoping to be safe her bear dragging behind her ' thud bump thud' as he followed her up the stairs, placing him on her bed she settled down with her book and some felt tips and waited for the inevitable. it wouldnt be long now till her dad was in a drunken rage, it was just a waiting game. downstairs she could hear her father crashing about looking for his next can of beer, it would'nt be long now, she began to brace herself she knew what to expect, she knew what was about to happen or happen sometime soon was and would be unavoidable. she sometimes wondered if it was normal or not, sometimes she decided it was normal for this to happen other times she was not so sure.


She stood at the window of her room, watching the world pass by hoping her mother would soon be home. Her door creaked, as she spun round she saw her dad towering over her, ' Times up' he barked as he lurched forwards towards her, luckily she dodged his first punch, but the second was harder to dodge , the second was hard it hurt and knocked her to the floor, ' GET UP YOU STUPID GIRL' he shouted, everything was blury, she did'nt cry, crying only makes things worse, as her dad always told her ' only babies cry ' .

As he pushed into the wall and stamped on her foot she gave out a little frightened yelp, her teddy's paw firmly in her hand, she new her teddy understood, Two hours went by her father was yet to leave her, she knew that tonight she would silently cry herself to sleep whilst thinking of ways to cover up the weekends bruises and excuses to tell her teacher at school the next day. After three hours of being beaten her dad subsided and stopped but continued to yell. The night seemed endless.

The next morning she woke up sore and achey, and covered in bruises, her left eye was black, her arm was swollen and her foot from the previous night where her dad had stomped on her foot hurt alot. The ones on her arms would be easy to hide, but her eye would not be. She found her jeans and a jumper, it was summer but she was'nt risking her teachers seeing her arms, she'd much rather know that the weekends beatings were hidden, as for her eye when asked she could simply say ' i fell'.

She trudged to school knowing that it would be another day of explaining the brusies she could not hide, her mind racing, thinking of excuses 'i fell of my bike' 'i fell down the slide' 'i fell off my skateboard' 'i fell out of bed' 'i walked into a wall ' 'some kid down the local park ran into me and headbutted me' 'i fell off a horse'.

theese were Savanna's usual excuses. She had got so good at making excuses she somtimes nearly belived them herself, it was easy to convince the teachers. As she walked through the school gate, the playground was busy and busteling with children at play, she watched them play and then walked past to the doors and walked into the classroom. It was quiet in the classroom, she felt safe there, no one could see her black eye or for now question her on her choice of clothes which for summer were rather unusual. As the school bell rang, Savanna new that soon her classroom would be full of her class-mates, one by one they walked in, thier teacher following them in. Her teacher was really nice, never told anyone off or shouted, she felt safe around her teacher. school was a place where she felt safe, unlike home which she dreaded going back to each day school was over, fridays were the worst as she new what the weekends would bring. As her teacher handed out the note books she noticed Savanna's eye and unusual clothing choice. Her teacher calling her aside looked at her and asked ' how'd you get that', as she pulled down sleeves abit more she said ' oh my eye, i fell ' she smiled at her teacher and her teacher nodded her head in acceptance of her excuse. 'and the jumper ?' her teacher asked. 'Got a fever trying to sweat it out' she told her. Agian her teacher nodded and said 'ok page 3 question 4'.
She walked back to seat , limping abit, her teacher had not noticed her limping yet. she hoped her teacher did not notice the limping but if her teacher did she could simply say i sprained my ankle when i fell. simple as that. She looked at question 4 on page 3 of her workbook, ' i dont understand this questionn ' she thought. She put her hand up and she did her sleeve of her jumper slid up to reveal a purple, blue and black bruise. Her teacher staring at her arm, gasped at the different coloured bruises, realising her teacher had noticed, she smiled and asked if her teacher could explain the question to her in the workbook. As her teacher did so she began to turn her attention to what she had seen on Savanna's arm.


As she took her to one side, Savanna following slowly behind her head hung low, she knew what was comming, the questions, they could not be avoided this time a simple ' i fell' would not be beliveable, trying to think of excuses her mind was running, she wanted to run, but where would she run too, there was no where to run, no where to hide, she knew that tonight she was going to get it worse than ever before , worse than the weekends beatings. she began to wonder if after her teacher had phoned home would she make it into school the next day ?
She told her teacher ' i was playing rough and tumble with my friends'. Her teacher looked at her and said ' hmmmm ' in an unconvinced tone, and sent her out to play in the playground with her classmates. As the school bell rang to say 'play times over back inside' her teacher looked at her and once agian asked her to come to one side, 'i've phoned home' , Savanna's blank expression changed to a more worried and anxious one, 'your dads explaination and your explanation do not match ' Her teacher just seemed to be staring at her as though she was expecting her to say something , which she did'nt, this making her teacher more suspicious and realising that she was not going to get an answer from Savanna now, sent her back into class. Focussing on her work was harder now than it was before, her mind racing, she had to think of way to avoid going home, she new tonight would be the worse night in a long time, maybe this time she would survive maybe she would'nt, only time would tell.

As the day went on she grew more and more anxious, the day thankfully seemed to drag which ment hometime was a long way off, that was good, she would'nt have to face home anytime soon, though at some point she would have to. After lunch they did art they were learning about famous artists like Monet and L.S. Lowerey , they then had a go at drawing like one of the artists, she choose L.S. Lowerey he drew stick people but in an intresting way so she gave it ago, getting a photocopied drawing from the table at the front of the class room and few different coloured pencils and a sheet of paper and a rubber she settled down and began to draw she drew stick people walking on a cobblestoned path, coloured it in and then compared the two pictures. They looked nothing alike, her teacher said this was good as she had given it her own touch to it even though she got the idea , Savanna felt it was not good enough, it had to perfect. By the time art was over it was home time, she had put off for long enough, she slowly trudged home, as she opened her front door the familiar smell of alcohol greeted her. Her father had been drinking for a little while before she was home, probably after the phone call from school, she knew this smell well almost as though as it saying 'Hello there little girl, tonight is going to be a long night'. She took herself upstairs and played in her room for abit , drawing and colouring, lined up her bears and soft toys, her fathers heavy footsteps filled the emtpy landing, now she was in for it.


(now for the new bit the bit i promised i would add last time but never did, now here it is )

Chapter 2
Her door begining to open, she froze, scared to speak and scared to move, she knows whats about to come she desrves, after all her teacher knows and has phoned home, her father had always told her never tell it'll get worse. Her father now new she had told, the phonecall home from school came , 'GET HERE SHITBAG' he yelled. Grabbing her teddy Savanna began to walk towards her father, she could smell the beer on him, and feel the staleness of the beer in his breath she could almost nearly taste it. Clutching her teddy tighter she braced her self for what was about to come, for tonight she new the beatings and tourture that awaited her now would be the worst shes had in all her life, she would just have to endure this one, after all she thought ' i did tell my teacher i did ask for this to get worse, i deserve all that is about to come'. With each punch she let out a whimper nothing more and nothing less than a little whimper, soon she was laying in a blooded up heap on the floor. sure her nose was broken, her father still not satisified kicked her a few times , shouted at her then spat and left. She began to cry, not even thinking about wether or father was on the other side of her door or not, she cried, crying felt good. She talked to her bear through the tears and her bear seemed to be saying ' pack your bag get away from here, get away , get away to as far as you possibly can'.

[x_sepi_x]

This is really good. I was waiting for the next part. It's really interesting x

[colie18]

wow... that story was sooo powerful!!! I mean WOW!!! It is such an amazing story with such a believable story line. Please keep writing!

[Penultimate]

She managed to get herself up from the hard cold floor. It hurt to move , but she knew she could'nt stay at home any longer, she made it to her bed, lay there hugging her bear thinking about her options she only had two options, leave home and leave her mother with her father , or stay at home and talk to her teacher tommorow at school - thats if she makes it to school. She stayed on her bed, eventually she fell asleep, the sound of the rain and the thunder awoke her the next morning. She felt stiff, swollen , sore and achey. Looking at herself in the mirror she saw the damage done by her father last night, knowing she could not hide all of theese bruises nor could she hide the swelling. she decided to take the day off school she can't risk her teacher seeing not now, not after last nights events.

The phone began to ring, it was her teacher, she answered it with a faint hello which was barely more than a whisper. 'Savanna is that you ?' her teacher asked.
'Yes it is' (agian barley more than a whisper came from her )
'God you sound awful are you ill ' her teacher asked
'yes im ill the phone woke me up'

she put the phone down before her teacher could ask if things were ok at home, and went back to her room, she found a bag. 'thats it i suppose' she thought, she began to pack some clothes into a small bag.

[GoneBeyondRepair]

this is amayzing! cant wait to read more O:

[Jovial.]

you ended there, no I wanna keep reading, It just pulls you in

[Evanescent]

This is a really good story because it's realistic. It's sad and makes me want to cry but it really leaves me wanting to read more.

[x_sepi_x]

oh crap, why'd you stop there? lol.. please carry on. It's so good! <3

[Penultimate]

Her bag now packed and her teddy held firmly in her hand by its paw, she grabbed her bag, got her coat from the back of her door, and said goodbye to the life she knows too well. shutting the door behind her, she left her home, her father and her mother. Breathed in the smell of fresh air, the smell of freedom, the smell of a new life.

She found an old disused public toilet block settled down for the night, and tried to sleep, it was hard, the floor was cold, and they smelt, but it was better than being on the streets, and she had a roof of some description over her head , even if it was an old diused public toilet block. For the first night, and the first time in her life that she could remember, she new there would be no more beatings , no more bruises. Sirens were going off all around her, she stayed put. A police officer came into the toilets , shone his flashlight around and saw her , seeing her black eye and swollen face , he knelt down in front of her. Savanna shrunk and hid herself as the police officer raised his arm above her she shook with fear, he was alot bigger and sturdier than her dad, knowing he could do her some serious harm worse than her dad, she braced herself for what was about to come.

The police officer sat down next to her and put his arm over her shoulders, wrapped her in his jacket and spoke into his radio ' i've found someone it's a child ' soon two more police officers came into the toilets and were looking at her they too spoke into thier radios ' confirmed a child has been found, ambulance needed and fast, child is in a bad state'.

[x_sepi_x]

please carry on.. i wanna read more and more of this. it's really good x

[gloves123]

omg i think this story is soo good please write more of it!!!!

[GoneBeyondRepair]

this is absolutly fantiastic! your such a great writer, and i cant wait for more