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+ 5	sore angel child
+ 5	the real summer loving (3)
+ 6	the real summer loving (2)
+ 6	the real summer loving

The small fragile girl sat in the corner of her bitter sinister room with tears filling her delicate eyes. Her small proportioned head hung low in between her knees, her entire body sat quivering. BANG the front door slammed shut.

The young girl knew what was about to happen. Her mum had gone to work and she was left alone with her dad. "Rochelle" a stern deep voice echoed through the house. She held her eyes shut tight and wished what were about to happen wouldn't. THUD! The bedroom door swung open and two loud footsteps drained the room. "Please don't hurt me daddy" whispered the small girl huddled in the corner. There was a short silence, followed by two more footsteps. The girl held her eyes tighter and she lowered her head further.

The tall figure confronting her crouched down, took a deep sigh grabbing her wrist with such force she screamed. "You have been a very naughty girl Rochelle haven't you?" the figure said forcefully. "Nnn no daddy!" she stuttered shakily sniffling. "DON'T lie to me you silly girl!" replied her dad yelling in her face raising one hand slowly above his head. ARGHHHHHHHHH! The girl screamed as she burst into tears.

The door shut behind the man as he left the room. Rochelle dived under her bed cover and began to wish she was never born. "Why does mummy leave me with him? He hurts me every time! Why does he hurt me?" She cried herself to sleep that night and she thinks that her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved.

The next day at school she sits quietly not speaking a word; her arms are black with bruises. Her teacher wonders but she doesn't ask why. Her only friend is Alum a young boy. Caught by her beauty he is completely oblivious to her pain and troubles of life.

He lives in the detached house next door and that night they sit by their windows talking to each other. Then suddenly the door bursts open. She knows what's about to happen; only this time its mummy. The boy just sits by his window watching her mother scream and hit her. Nothing is done. When he realises what he has just witnessed and what his friend is going through he tries to hold back the tears. When his mother asks what's wrong and he explains she just laughs and says don't be silly she'll be fine.

The next day she arrives at school, No-body notices that she is wearing the same dress as yesterday. Alum sits holding her black gaunt hands. Just the two being together puts a smile on her swollen face.

Rochelle is so quiet, her teacher attempts to contact her parents to no avail. She tries again during the evening and this time the telephone is answered. Her questions are met with hostility and denial. THUD. STOMP. BANG. "Rochelle" her mum hollered furiously frowning after hanging up the phone, she stomped up the hollow stairs. There was no reply.

The bedroom door swung open. Her mother took one stride, explored the room curiously demanding to locate the girl. Suddenly she heard a soft whimper coming from beneath her small daughter's bed. The tall scrawny women tiptoed over to the bed knelt down, her long gold hair lay flat on the floor, she grabbed the girl hitting her head on the pine wood as she dragged her out from beneath the mattress.

          Alum, terrified was sat at his window hoping that Rochelle would also be at hers, but she wasn't and he could do nothing but listen to the loud arguing and screaming coming from the girl's room as he sat frozen. He cried in fear that his only friend was getting hurt.

          The shouting and screaming carried on every night for a week. Alum would sit solid on his window sill hoping she'd be ok and that she would be in school the next day. The one day he didn't wait and listen was the day that the problems she was having got taken up a level and something got thrown and smashed and a lot of screaming happened.

          The next day at school Rochelle came in with a huge red hand mark on the side of her pale face and an inflamed black eye the size of a golf ball. The teacher looked horrified and sent the Rochelle to the school nurse who gave her a check up only to realize she had a hefty cut down her left arm and hand marks down her skinny pasty legs. The nurse was dismayed although she was unable to establish where these marks were coming from. She demanded Rochelle go home but she burst into tears pleading with her to let her stay at school.

          That night when she got home her mum and dad were sat in the bitter colourless living room, waiting for her. Bang! The door slammed shut as she strolled through it, dropping her school bag on the cold tiles. "come here young lady" shouted her mother in a determined tone, the child took no notice and ran up the stairs as fast as she could. Her mother chasing after her caused her to trip letting the tall orange faced woman grab her dragging her down the stairs causing her head to pound.

          Soon after she had been dragged down the stairs her parents started abusing her again. This time it was harder and more violent. Rochelle wasn't at school the next day and Alum became extremely anxious. He was so concerned that he spoke to his teacher about it and explained the problem; they both ran back to Rochelle's house only to discover the house deserted. They knocked on the tall bulky oak wood door franticly, it sounded through the house but there was no reply. They both glanced through window to see if they could see anyone home.

Much to their terror they saw Rochelle lay on the cold laminate flooring in the front room, a pool of deep royal red blood pumping from her head. The pallid teacher ran to the neighbours for help but no one would pay attention. Alum then ran to his house, in tears he grabbed his house phone and sprinted back to the lofty ashen school teacher, who was shaking immensely as she rang for an ambulance.

          The ambulance arrived and the teacher grabbed Alums hand to prevent him running in to see his friend. "Will she be ok?" the teacher cried as she took a large step into the ambulance "I'm her school teacher and I have been very worried about her but I did not know things were this bad!" An awkward silence followed the statement. "Can I please come with you I want to know if she is ok?" Alum whimpered looking at the teacher and the ambulance crew with an exceedingly sad face. "Umm I'm sorry sweet heart but I think its best you go with your mummy and daddy she'll be fine" the lady in the ambulance replied.

          He followed the ambulance with his mother. the tearful school teacher knew in her heart that by the time they reached the hospital it would be to late.

 

The washed-out skinny woman told the young boy the dreadful news. She had gone to a place were she will be loved just like her dreams told her. He burst into tears and declared "she was like a concrete angel she stood hard as a stone through this she never let a single person know what she was going through. She will always be my concrete angel"

          A few days later she was buried in a shaded corner of the picturesque cemetery, a small statue of an angel made from concrete was placed next to the polished headstone. The stone read 'a broken heart that the world forgot, her dreams gave her wings and she flew to a place where she's loved. My concrete angel' Rochelle dearly loved and missed by her only friend Alum.

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