Broken But Not Shattered

Chapter One

"Dad how could you?!" The brunette cried out with a slight Brooklyn accent. "I'm not leaving, I know you and mom don't care beans about me, but I'll go and stay with Brad if you don't want me around."

"That's not the point! You know too much! And I or your mother don't want you around, we don't care what you do just as long as you leave the state of New York. That little stunt you pulled with the gang is enough to get you sent away from us, and I will do as little as possible to help you!" Keavy's father yelled with his thick Brooklyn accent.

~*Flashback*~

"Tommy, let me do it I was the one who got the 'Fallen Angels' into this mess. Give me the knife, "Keavy said callously.

"Keav, I'm not gonna let you get killed." Tommy said stepping into her path.

"Give me the knife, Tom."She said through gritted teeth.

"It's your death wish."

Keavy took the knife and walked into the ghetto of Brooklyn awaiting the arrival of Demon's Wake, the rival gang.

At last they arrived, on the right was Fallen Angels and on the left was Demon's Wake, in the middle ready to take on anyone was Keavy Torrelli.

The fight was over, there lay on the floor was Tommy covered in blood. The Fallen Angels were defeated Keavy was alive only because the other gang members could hear cop cars coming and took off leaving Keavy looking over Tommy's almost-dead body.

~*End Of Flashback*~

"So what, do you think just because I'm out of New York I can't tell the authorities what I saw you and mom do?"

"That's just it, Keav, you're not going to be able to tell the authorities. You going to a Juvenile Correctional Facility, where they'll tame you." She hated when her father called her Keav, only Tommy called her by that name, and he was dead. "Oh and you try anything funny and you'll see what will happen to you, remember what your brother did." Her father said spitting the words right into her face.

"You're not gonna get away with this, Hangman." Keavy knew her father hated to be called by that name, for it was said that he was in the Italian Mafia, but she didn't care she let her big Italian-New York-mouth get a hold of her, and it was going to get her in a lot of trouble.

"What'd you call me?" Her father said raising his heavy Brooklyn voice.

"You heard me." She sneered

Before Keavy Torrelli had time to think, her father had taken the left-over champagne bottle from last night and threw it directly at her face, splitting the flesh from her mouth open.

Her father was a crazed mad-man, she knew he had to be part of the Mafia, why else would he have done what he did? "Maybe," she thought as she was wiping the puddle of blood from the floor, "the so-called Juvenile Facility would be better than here."

But little did she know it was going to be a lot different than she expected. You see, her father had, out of spite, chose to send her to an all-boys camp. There she would learn to keep quiet. How did he do that you ask? Well like I said, her father was said to be in the Mafia.

A/N: Okay I know this sounds kinda corny, but I'll try not to make it like that. Hope you like it and tell me what I should improve and what you guys want to see, now go down to the little button that says, 'Review' and click it!