Prologue

He raced up the stairs to her room. He knew exactly where it was because he had been in the house a million times. He usually came to the house to help, this time was different. He would get what he wanted all along, the girl.

Chapter 1

Knock, Knock, Knock

"Ream, wake up," Gracie Collins called into her step daughter's room. She waited for a response but didn't get one. On the other side of the door, Ream was laying down in bed with a pillow over her face. She had just been out the night before with some friends and she drank too much. Gracie knocked again. "For God sakes woman, it's the weekend!" Ream yelled back at Gracie. "Ream, I'd like you to come to church will us," Gracie said trying to be nice. "Leave me alone Grace," Ream called back, her face still in the mattress. Gracie was trying to open the door but it was locked. "Leave me alone!" Ream yelled towards the door. She took a glass that she had next to the bed and threw it at the door. It shattered into a million little pieces and left a puddle of water by the door. "Cheyenne Ream! You open this door at once! You will get ready to go to church to ask the Lord to save you from that Devil you have inside you!" Gracie said in a loud whisper.

"Don't go there with me woman!" Ream yelled back.

"I will not stand for you disrespect. I am your mother now and you will listen to me damn it!! You get your pretty little ass out of bed and," Gracie was cut off. Ream had got up and opened her door. "And what? Going to church won't save your ass now. God only knows how many men you have slept with before my father or how many men you've married for their money. Now listen here Gracie Poo. I do what I want and you leave me alone. If you can manage to do that I'll let your life continue. Do you understand my drift here?" Ream yelled as she slammed the door in Gracie's face. "I'm getting you father," Gracie said walking down the hall. Ream walked back to her bed and sat down. She now had little pieces of glass stuck into her foot. Damn it Ream thought. She took a deep breathe in as she got up to walk to the bathroom. Every step ached with pain.

Ream sat down on the side of the tub. She looked back into her room where footsteps of blood followed right to her. She reached into the cabinet for the tweezers and rubbing alcohol. Starting to pull out the glass, Ream got queasy from the blood. "Jesse!" she yelled, hoping her brother was home. He was studying to be a doctor so he should have been able to do this. The other door of the bathroom opened, Jesse and Ream shared a bathroom. "What?" he asked his blue eyes still half closed and his blonde hair all tangled up. "I really do hate asking you for help, but can you please help me. Please?" Ream asked making puppy eyes. "What do you need?" he asked.

"I have glass in my foot and I can't get it out."

"Why do you have glass in your foot Shy?" Jesse had always called Ream, Shy since she was little.

"Did you sleep through the yelling?"

"What yelling. You're losing me. Just give me the tweezers and bit your knuckle. It may hurt." He took the tweezers and started taking out the glass.

"So you really didn't hear my yelling at Gracie?" Ream asked. Jesse stopped plucking the glass out. "Why do you keep on fighting with her Shy? She's just trying to help. She isn't a bad person," Jesse explains pulling out the glass again.

"She is. She's evil and she's just dating Dad for his money. She doesn't care about any of us. She's a good for nothing…"

"Ream calm down. Your blood pressure is rising and its making you bleed even more. And just give Gracie sometime," Jesse said continuing. It was silent for a few moments while he went to work. "How did you get so much damn glass in your foot?" he asked her in amazement. The sink was layered in bloody glass. Ream looked away from her brother, "I went out last night and I just got in a few minutes before that fake crazy religious lady came knocking on my door asking me if I wanted to go to church with her. I politely told her no," Jesse just shook his head, "and she kept on banging on my door. I lost my temper just a little. I threw the glass against the door and Gracie was being an idiot and kept banging on the door. I got up and accidentally step in the glass and stood there while I declined her offer to go to church with her." Ream still didn't look at her brother. Jesse just shook his head and continued.

About five minutes passed before Jesse had finished. The two hadn't said a word to each since Ream told Jesse about earlier. "You're done," he said getting up to leave. He had just reached the door when Ream called for him. "What?" he said not turning around. "Do you have to go to sleep to get a hang over?" Ream asked. "No. A hang over is just your body missing the alcohol," Jesse said while he left. Ream got a small baggie and bandages out of the drawer. After she put the glass she put the bandages on her feet and walked into her room. She winced every time she took a step. She managed to walk down the stairs to the kitchen where she threw the bag of bloody glass away. "Ream," a voice called into the kitchen from the hall. "Dad, I don't want to talk," Ream said looking in the cabinets for something to eat. The room slowly began to spin from the alcohol she drank last night. This was the first symptom that she had drunk anything since she got home. Driving home from the party was easy for her, walking upstairs was a breeze. Why was she getting dizzy now? "You talked to Gracie a lot earlier. You can talk to me now." Rodger, her father said coming into the kitchen. Ream found a can a vegetable soup and started to heat it up. Rodger quickly ran over to the microwave and took it out. "Are you retarded?" he sad angrily as he got the can out and put it into a bowl. "Are you trying to burn the whole house down?" Ream took the bowl out of the microwave and got a spoon, "I'll just eat it cold." Taking the cold bowl of soup Ream started to go towards the hallway. Her father got up and grabbed her arm. "Shy, can we please talk? I know things have been hard," Rodger said. "Don't call me Shy," Ream said making sure every word was heard. Rodger was surprised his daughter would talk to him like that. "Shy, what is wrong?" he asked worried.

"You're not mom. Gracie will never be my mom. Don't call me Shy," Ream said turning around o look at her father. She was never a real violent drunk but when she began to lose the side effects of begin drunk her moods were unpredictable.

"Okay. I'm sorry Sh—Ream. Can you and I please just talk?"

"Sure," Ream put the soup down and sat on a chair at the island. Rodger took the soup and put it in the microwave. He turned around and ran his fingers through his graying hair, "I'm going to make this a simple as possible. What did you do to Gracie?" Ream looked at her father, "She offended me."

"What do you mean?"

"She said she was now my new mom."

"Sweetie, please just act your age."

"How old am I Rodger?" Ream asked. Rodger didn't answer back.

"Sixteen dad. My birthday is next week. Do you at least remember that much?"

"I've had a lot on my mind lately," he said. The microwave beeped. Ream got up and got the soup out. "I love Gracie. She came into my room crying her eyes out. Not only did you hurt her, you also hurt me. All Grace was trying to do is bond with you. You have to stop pushing her away. She is your new mom."

"She is five years older than Jesse and 36 years younger than you. She could be your daughter!"

"When you love someone age doesn't matter." Rodger said trying to be calm.

"You two don't love each other! You married each other only two months after you met. Not only is that bad enough, it was only six months after Mom died!"

"We all handled your mother's death in different ways and my personal life is of no concern to you."

"I am so sorry! Was I not supposed to mourn my mother's death? Unlike you I loved and still do love her. And what ever you do with your life will affect me until I am older enough to move out of this hell!"

"Shy, you don't know what you're talking about. We are going to go see Dr. Martin on Tuesday. You can talk to him then about your 'problems'"

"If I had a father who cared I wouldn't have to go see a shrink to talk about my problems!" Ream yelled throwing the bowl down on the ground. "I'm done with your crap Dad. Your supposed to support me, not send me to talk to someone else just because you have more important things to take care of. If Mom was here she would be disappointed in you!"

"Cheyenne go to your room now! I will not be back talked by you. I don't want you coming out for anything. You are going to apologize to Gracie later on," Rodger said. Ream just stood there and looked at her father. "To your room now!" he yelled. Ream turned around and ran up to her room. Once she got into her room she began to cry. She got a bottle of vodka out of her dresser and went to laid down on her bed. Her whole life was messed up and she knew it was her fault. She began to drink.

Before long she was asleep. She didn't wake up until the next day.

I'm writing Chapter 2 now and hopefully it will be better then this one.