Just an idea, I don't know if I should continue or not. Reviews would be nice, nothing too harsh please.
This chapter is like the ending and the rest will be leading up to this part.
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Chapter One
I was torn.
Torn in two.
Go with my family or the people who protected me.
The choice shouldn't have been so hard but it was.
There I stood, between two men who were very different yet alike in a way. Each held a gun pointed in my direction. One side held freedom, the other a prison. One meant pain while the other happiness. The oblivious choice would have been to go to the one where I would be happy. If I did so, someone was going to die and I held every person close to my heart. I felt if I went either way, I would be killed. One side for being a traitor, the other for knowing too much. It was a no win situation that I couldn't get out of.
The man on the left was my father, the man responsible for me going through great lengths just to get far from. He wasn't a father to me. He wanted to have a son who could take over his 'business' of drug dealing and illegal gun selling. Since I was a female, he hated me. I was used as his punching bag for many years earning a few scars and cracked ribs. He was blessed with a son a few years later and I was ignored. He simply didn't care about me and neither did my mother. She let him hurt me. I finally had enough and got emancipated. The battle was long and hard but in the end, I won. No matter how much money he gave, the judge wasn't going to be bribed off.
The man to my right was not my father but I wished he was. He would have been a great man. He was the one who gave me a second chance at life. He made me see what I thought I forgot. Yet he was the one who would take away that chance if I went with my father. Either way I was screwed.
"Choose." Father growled impatiently. He would have shot me dead if he had not given me his word that he would let me choose. I wasn't under his control anymore and he knew that. Why couldn't I choose?
By the time I knew it my feet were moving towards the man who barged into the room to get me. He was an odd man, he was a killer and yet he came for me. This was my family. He was my father even though we were not blood. I stood beside him glaring at the man who dared to get rid of everything I had. An arm went around my shoulder, pulling me behind and away from danger. I wanted to just stay there and watch my father's face flare with betrayal. He was so damn confident I would go with him. He didn't know me at all.
"Skylar." He said and I cringed. I didn't like that name. He always said my name with anger. I couldn't brace myself for the next string of events.
My father pointed the gun at me, his finger on the trigger. Two shots rang out, a blood curling scream emitting from me as I fell to the floor in pain. The doors bursting open, more people and shooting. Someone dragging me away quickly but gently. I didn't know the person so I tried to fight getting dizzy real fast.
A hand going over my mouth as darkness clouded my vision.
No...