Chapter 1- Where It All Began.
The young girl sat on the last step to her tiny house. She sighed as she heard the screams of her parents. She placed her elbows on her knees and her chin in her small hands. This happened almost every night. Her parents would fight about something, anything, things would get broken and then the next morning she'll seat on her parent's bed with her sister and watch her mother apply make up to her black eye or bruised cheek.
" They're still at it?" she heard someone say. She turned her head and gave a weak smile and nodded. Her sister, Amelia took a seat next her 8 year old sister. Her black pin straight hair blew in the wind as her sister, Abigail's, shoulder length black locks were pushed back into a low ponytail and little pieces escaped from the tie.
" Amelia. Do you think Papa's really going to leave us?" Abigail asked, her voice shaking, trying to hold back the tears that burned her sea foam green eyes,
" I honestly can't answer that Abby." They sat in silence for a while, listening to what was going on. They heard something, most likely something made of glass, hit the wall, making Abby jump a little. Her dad had a horrible temper and her mother always knew the right things to say for him to show that temper off. The shouts got louder and more things were being tossed around. The faint sound of her mother's cries could be made out. The next thing she knew, Amelia jumped up from her sitting place and darted back into the house. Abby, unaware of what to do, ran right after her sister.
When she was in, the door behind her gave a little slam. Her mother was on the ground, tear stained eyes hair messed up and her dress a bit cringled from the previous fight she just had. Her father, on the other side of the room was fuming. His face red and his fist clutched in to a fist.
" Get out!" he yelled at the girls. Her mother slowly got up and looked at her 2 girls.
" Don't talk to them like that!" Her mother defended them.
" Don't YOU talk to Me like that." he took a few steps closer to his obviously frightened wife.
" You were never like this Adam. My mother was right." She exclaimed softly. Amelia's eyes widen, hearing what her mother had just said and hoped desperately that her father didn't hear it. Unfortunately, he did and his eyes sent daggers right through her mother.
" WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!" Adam yelled.
" No-nothing." her mother stuttered.
" Are you sure Lillian? Because I could've sworn you said your MOTHER was right about me!" with this he opened the nearest draw to a nightstand, sitting by the couch. Abby couldn't see what he had just taken out but she heard her sister gasp a little. And in a blink of an eye, she heard a loud bang, making her heart go in her throat. Her mother, lied on the wooden floor, a pool of blood already forming. Abby looked up at her father who was still holding the revolver in his hand.
" I had enough of you."
" Mama!" Amelia ran over to her dying mother.
" Stay away from her." he demanded and Amelia looked up at her father, hatred in her eyes as tears rolled down her redden cheeks. Amelia didn't move away she just bowed her head and whispered something to her mother. Abby could feel her tears forming already and ran next to her sister.
" Mama! Please, don't leave us. Mama, I love you." were the last words Abby ever said to her mother. Amelia stood up, her heart beating fast. Abby, sat on the floor, her hands covered in blood. She couldn't stop the tears. What would happen to her and Amelia? What's her father going to do next?
" Get to your rooms. NOW!" her father yelled at them, placing the revolver on the nightstand. Amelia obeyed, completely aware of what he was capable of doing now and dragged Abby with her, leaving her mother to lie in her own blood.