Hi there!
This isn't my first fanfiction, but it is my first in English. So please don't be offended by the mistakes I've surely made. I hope you like this story, it won't be so much MerDer at the beginning, but it will get better, I'm sure. This will only be a short prologue, most of the other chapters will be much longer =)
Prologue
Dying is easy.
Living? Not so much.
Listening to the quiet house, Chloe closed the book she was reading when her tummy started to ache with hunger. She went downstairs, trying hard not to make any loud sounds. In the kitchen, she breathed a sigh of relief – to early. As soon as the door of the fridge was open, three full and a lot of empty bottles fell out and shattered on the ground.
Then, hell broke loose.
Loud footsteps echoed through the house, grunts of physical effort could be heard nearby. The girl knew well that she couldn't run away, so she started to clean the mess at her feet.
"What are you… DOING here? This isn't your house for… for god's sake!" he started to shout as soon as he set one foot into the kitchen.
She didn't look up when she gave her muted answer: "And yours it isn't, either."
"WHAT did you just…?"
With two big steps he was at her side and yanked her up by her arm. "Let me go! Don't touch me!" she started to scream and kicked his leg. Soon, he had her second arm in his hands, too, and was staring deep into her green eyes. Without wanting it, her eyes filled with tears.
The fight stopped suddenly when a third person walked into the room. The woman was more falling then walking, and the girl had her problems with understanding what she was saying, because her speech was slurring.
"Why are you being so noisy? Chloe what have you done…this time? Look at this… messy floor!"
"Mom!" Chloe screamed. With a sudden movement, she got free from the man's hands. Looking at her mother, the tears spilled over.
"Mommy, I haven't done anything! I'm just hungry. I want something to eat."
The woman shook her head.
"No. Mike wouldn't do such a mess! It was you! Clean it up."
With that, she turned around and wanted to leave, but her daughter threw herself at her and hugged her waist.
"Mommy, please. Tell him to go. I am your daughter; you have to take my side! Why can't it be just us? We don't need him!"
Sybil Larson sighed and untangled herself from the arms of her daughter. While going out of the kitchen, she murmured: "Like her father. Just like her father."
When her mother turned away and left the room, it was like someone was tearing the girl's feelings apart. But when the man smirked at her like he was the child in the room and told her to clean the mess before he went after his girlfriend, she took one glance at the fridge. Like most of the time it was only filled with fluids. In a swift and nearly desperate motion, she left the kitchen, too.
And ten minutes later, she left the house.