Chapter 1
BLOODY MOTHER
*Some of this is my life story so don't be freaked out if I go into complete detail.
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Misty, Damp, and cold... the lawn was like that against my small feet. It was nice to stand there in morning fog staring up at the bright sun. Birds chirping. Yea you might think this was the perfect life... well it was at first being so innocent and young but nothing is perfect... life is so full of surprises...
"Amber!" well told you. Here she comes, the women of the hour! "AMBER GET IN HERE NOW!" I sighed and turned around towards the house. Walking up the steps I tripped on a wooden step. Ow... I thought and got up before my mom turned around and hit me for falling down without permission. What a Joy. God...
Well I didn't formally introduce myself, I am Amber Marie Clark. Being only 16 and I take care of everything in the house hold when my mother is away, or sometimes I send her away. I do not have a job, but I do manage my mom's electronic company. My Father died when I was 11, he was the only one to ever care I was alive, he was my only hope at living a normal life, but he left and I am alone. Sometimes I feel like this isn't even my real family, I think I was just placed here or mixed up in the delivery room. I wish I was somewhere else, but I want to be the one to take me there, so I may have some self respect.
The house we lived in was a trailer torn off its wheels and placed on cinder blocks that could crush your skull. If it wasn't for the cement holding them together my mom would of probably beaten us with them. But yeah my house was small ... but big enough for five people to share. My Grandmother who was more of a mom to me than my own mom. My Grandfather who allegedly rapped my mom at 16 *rolls eyes* he just sits there waiting for my mom to come jumping into his lap ready to give him the greatest blow job of his life. Fat Bastard. My Mother... she's mental in my opinion. She's got a good paying job and runs a electronic business online... oh and she's gone a lot but when she's not its living hell. My Sister and Brother don't pay attention to me much. They have their friends they run off to. They hide from our mother... I wish I could do that but I'm the abnormal one out of us three. My Dad... hell if he was here I could tell u about him but no... he's gone... dead and never coming back... *cries*
I got up the rest of the steps and crawled in side behind the couch. I sat there a lot when my mom was home other wise I would become her slave in whatever she wanted. "Amber, Where are you girl." My mom walked past me and turned around, face to face to me I gulped trying not to show how scared I was.
"Y...yes m...mo..mom" I managed to get out. She got down in front of me and griped my shoulders. "what...what do... ya...you...need?" She jerked me up so fast it felt like my shoulders were pulled out of its sockets.
"I need you for something", She smiled her devious grin. My eye twitched
"Huh" I was so confused on what she wanted of me. I mean I had nothing to give. Life... already ruined and thrown down the drain. Money... had none.. I couldn't think of any thing else I could have possibly giving her. Shit... I hope she doesn't want what I'm thinking of.
"Come here", she grabbed my hair and pulled me behind her. It hurt so badly it felt like I want to scream out so loud my grandma was at least a little tempted to come help me, but I knew what lay before me in doing that was my death bed. My mom came to a stop in front of my bedroom opening the door letting me in then herself locking the door behind her as she entered. I gulped and backed up and sat on what was considered a bed in her book but to me it was a mattress on the floor. "So I hear you want to run away" She glared at me hard. I could swear there were holes being burned through my body at her glare. Eye brows drawn close together, her beady eyes and the crease in her forehead just made that look perfect.
"No, I would never think of it mom", putting on an innocent look trying not to show her I was lying. She started to laugh at me. Hands on knees head hung laughing at me like I was some comedian to her. I was getting mad ... really mad. I stomped my foot. She looked up at me and Laughed AGAIN! "What you think you going to do ... beat me with your hands till I die, kick me? I don't think you have the guts mom. I will run away. So Bring it! Do Your Worst," She started to laugh even harder. It started to make my eye twitch... I don't know why but I wanted her out of the room so I could cry alone in my dark room where I could be safe and alone.
I turned around and walked towards the closet. In the background you could hear my mother calling out for help, I didn't care if she was hurting, all most dead, or even if she WAS dead, shes nothing to me. All she was, was a place I stayed at till I got enough courage to fight back. I heard a crash, that's when I turned around and saw a hole in my wall I looked through it and there she was, my mother lying on the ground with a piece of wall through her body. I stood there and Laughed my Fucking Ass off at the amount of karma that bitch got. I jumped through the hole onto her and jumped up and down on her Laughing and Giggling watching the blood squirt out of her body each time I thrust up and back down, now this is something I called "fun". There was a another crash I stopped and turned around. My grandmother had killed my Grandfather. We looked at each other. We stood there for a full ten minutes before we both burst out laughing. Looking down the road you saw my brother and sister just now getting hit by a car sending them flying through the air. We Laughed even harder. Then the last crash sounded. We both look at the back of the house and saw a tall dark figured man walk out from behind the house.
"Are you Miss... Clark?" He asked. I got off my mother's cold dead body. I glared at him as he glared right back. My Grandmother walked over beside me.
"Yes, she is what do you want with her?" My grandmother protected me from the stranger that obviously wasn't here for a nice cup of coffee and a porn magazine.
"She's in trouble" the greasy haired, hooked nose, dark man stepped closer...
A/N: This was probably the funniest thing I've ever had the pleasure of writing :3 (sorry sense of humor is a little mean) Hope you enjoyed :P
