Hey Everyone, right this is a new story so this first chapter is going to be very short just so that people can get a feel for the story and give me some reviews about what they think. I NEED REVIEWS PEOPLE! I'm unsure about this story, great start I know, because it covers a very serious topic at first and honestly I'm not a very serious person lol. NYWAY onto the story…
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters they belong to the genius Meg Cabot, but the plots all mine
Summary: Susannah is a girl born into a life mostly seen on late night TV shows. Her mother is an alcoholic who refuses to give up. Her Father has walked out leaving Suze to cope on her own with her mother. This means Suze has to find ways to pay the bill so she dabbles in the art of prostitution. She makes bad deals along the way and gets taken in to jail for it where she meets the Detective De Silva who decides to give her a calling in life and so puts her on his team as a psychic helper. But what will happen when a dead Paul Slater comes into her life.
Susannah Simon watched as her last ray of hope walked out the door. She was miserable, living a half-life full of empty promises and empty wine bottles.
She'd been born into the life no one would wish upon a child.
She watched quietly as her Dad packed up his last pair of underwear and headed towards the door, stepping gingerly over the many stains on the worn away carpet.
Today had been the final straw that broke this camel's back.
FLASHBACK
He walked into the grotty flat to find a half-comatose woman lying spread-eagled across the grey couch. The crackle of the TV blared in the almost silent flat, the only other noise the harsh sound of the woman's snoring. Suze's Mum had once again not bothered to get up from her spot on the couch and clean herself. Her make up was smudged beneath her eyes and she stank of someone who hadn't bathed in a while.
There were stains on the carpet just where her head hung over the edge of the couch where numerous times she'd emptied her stomach of the poison she loved so much.
The remains of such emptying were now dried on her chin. The woman was unhealthily thin, deciding to only eat what was necessary so as to leave room for the vast amounts of alcohol that she drank.
As her husband walked through the door, he found Suze kneeling on the floor next to her Mum cleaning up what sick she could.
He found his little princess covered in sick herself from where her Mum had been unable to comprehend where to aim. He felt ashamed and knew then that he had to get out of this life. Before he himself got sucked into the world that his once beautiful wife lived in.
End Flashback
Just before he reached the door he turned to look at his little angel. She was now freshly showered and changed giving her the healthy glow of a sixteen-year-old. He gave her a big hug as if to make all her troubles go away.
" I'm sorry I'm leaving sweet heart, I love you so much," he whispered trying to keep the tears from falling.
" Then don't leave me with her," Suze practically whispered.
" I can't love, not until I get a proper place to stay, give me a week and then you can come and move in with me I promise." Her Dad said softly finally letting go of Suze and opening the door that was covered in abusive graffiti.
Suze watched as her Dad walked out the door and then ran across the darkening room to the small window in her bedroom.
She watched as her Dad walked out of the building and waved sadly at her.
She watched as he turned and walked away from her.
She watched as he walked out into the road.
She watched as a speeding car hit him.
She watched as he went flying through the air.
And then she screamed.