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This story isn't just rated for the swearing, it will contain detailed sex, murder and more later on so please don't read if this isn't for you.

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Chapter 1: Get out

Narrators POV

"THIS IS THE FORTH FUCKING TIME THIS MONTH! SHE'S GOING TO GET YOUR KIDS TAKEN AWAY FROM YOU! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?!" He shouts, taking another swig of his beer.

"She's my DAUGHTER!" She shouts back, frantically taking handfuls of her hair in her hands.

"I DON'T-i don't know. But she can't stay here, it's clear that no matter what we fucking try she won't stop! If she's not bringing weapons, life threatening weapons, into our home, then she's turning up with hundreds sometimes even thousands of pounds because she's selling god only knows what to god only knows who!" he says, taking a deep breath. " Go... go and talk to her. Let her know that enough is enough."

"No." She sobs, "no, my baby girl, I c-can't..."

"Babe," he whispers, standing up and nearly falling over, "we tried, we tried, we explained to her what was going to happen if she didn't stop this and she didn't listen. She needs help or she is going to bring herself and everyone around her down." he wraps his arm drunkenly around her. "We need to send her to that rehabilitation camp, what's it called... Camp... Camp Crystal Lake."

She sniffles before taking a deep breath. "You're right. You're right. Ok."

"Of course i'm right. Now go talk to her. It'll sound better coming from you." he says, slowly patting her back and pushing her towards the door.

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Hope's POV:

I sat on my bed, twisting my butterfly knife dangerously fast in my hand. HOW DARE HE COME INTO OUR HOME, MANIPULATE MY MOTHER AND THEN HAVE THE GUTS TO TELL ME TO LEAVE! DID HE HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MY UNEMPLOYED MOM GOT THIS HOUSE?!! My thoughts are suddenly interrupted as I hear my bedroom door creak open. I quickly fold the knife and hide it under my lap.

"It's okay baby, it's only mommy." she whispers softly. She takes a seat on the end of my bed. "This..." she stops and takes a deep breath. "This is the third time this week, isn't it?" she begins, "i'm not even gonna ask just like I never have and to be honest, I don't really care but your father..."

"Don't call him that!" I growl, looking her sharply in the eye.

"Ok, Thomas, doesn't like it when you bring things like that home with you" she says, motioning to the knife partially sticking out from under my leg.

"It's ok mom, you don't have to say anymore, I heard everything... plus I knew that one day you wouldn't be able to cope with me being like this anymore. I get it. I'll go away for a while. Hell, i'll go away forever if that's what you want." I pause and take a deep breath, "don't forget all i've done for you, and why i've turned out this way. These are the opportunities I have and i'm taking them."

She places her hand on my lap. "I know darlin, I know."

I smile and cuddle into her.

"You know why I named you Hope?" she whispers, stroking her hand through my hair. "...because after I lost your father, I thought my life was over, but then I had you. He would've been so proud to have a daughter and the best thing is, when I look into your eyes, I see him." she sighs.

I nuzzle my head into her chest as I drift off to sleep.

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Authors note:

Sorry the first chapter was so short and probably isn't the best. I promise ya'll it'll get more interesting by chapter 5. Remember to leave a review so I know what my readers want to see!

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