Prologue:
Alex's POV
"I hate you!" I screamed at my mother, who was at the doorway. Her face went from hurt to anger in seconds. "You little b-" she was about to finish in till she stopped and she grabbed me by my wrist. She hold it so tightly like her life depends on it; she dragged me to the at the end of the hall and down the stairs.
"No!" I screamed tempting to pull away from her.
The few times that I had entered that room, I breathed in the death.
"Too late," she snarled, flinging me into the room, I desperately wished to get away from here.
"Mom! No don't!" I cried on the floor as she slammed the door, muttering curses under her breath.
My body ached from being beaten, being flung around like a rag doll.
"You'll regret it!" I yelled at the top of the my lungs, though I knew she couldn't hear me... no one could, not when I was in here.
I wiped the tears off my face with my sleeve. Bruises colored black, blue, green and purple stained my wrist but no scars there, not yet... Searching for something sharp, I ended finding my way into my dad's toolbox.
Pulling out something so cold and shiny, I ran my finger over its sharp-edged. "Wh-" I said to myself as blood dripped out.
Shivering, I placed it gently against my wrist, taking a deep breath as I got ready to take it through...
6 Months Later
The Streets of New York
There's a father and daughter driving but after few matters of time they were stopped by traffic.
Sighed,"Dad, why do we have to live with her?"
"You already know why Mitchie," he looked at her for a brief moment before turning his attention to the streetlights.
"You know I could still be paying our house back at Dallas but after getting fired from my job I just can't seem to anymore, and you know the reason for it," he frown for talking about subject, "anyways Connie is offering is to stay with her till we get on own feet and get a house right here!" he smiled proudly without looking at her.
Mitchie rolled her eyes, "Yeah like I'll love to be going on my own feet while living with her," she said sarcastically.
"Oh come on Mitch just get to know her, you'll like her, she's just as if it was-"
"Don't" looked down at her lap, "don't finish that sentence," she looked up and turned glaring at him.
"She'll never be like mom," she said.
Silence crept upon them but not for long. "I'm sorry.. I know its a sensitive issue talking about mom.. same here for me but we have to move on and-"
She took a deep breath loudly then exhale slowly "Okay I get it," she looked out the window, " I just don't understand that you hooked up with this – this drunken ass whore who doesn't have a fucking life so-"
"Okay Mitchie that is enough jus-"
"Well its true dad, what does she do, huh? She just lays her ass down all day at her house, drinks by buying it from ex-husband money who left her because she was whoring around behind his back and-"
"Alright that is enough Michelle quit this shit of yours!" he yelled. Mitchie was shocked she have never heard her dad yelled at her even curse in front of her.
"She's been through a lot, so you wouldn't understand." With all the talking Mitchie didn't notice that they arrived to Connie's apartment.
"We will talk about this later," he pointed at her and go out of the truck. Mitchie glanced outside the window and saw how the apartment looked, "well here goes nothing," she whispered towards herself.
She unbuckled herself and got off when suddenly she heard someone speaking to her, "Nice to see you again Mitchie"...
To Be Continued
AN – This is my first fic so please let me know if you'd like to see it continued and what you thought of it. Please rate and review!
