My first story. Hope you like it! It' kinda dark though.
Chap 1
I screamed as the pain seared through me. My bones felt like they were being pulled from their sockets. I tried to grab something to defend myself but my fingers were numb. I lay powerlessly on the kitchen floor as my foster father bashed me up repeatedly, alcohol taking control of him, and all I could do was wait.
Tyson was a nice man. I thought he would be the father I never had. But then Lucia got murdered. She was at the wrong place at the wrong time and got mistaken for someone else. From that day, all Tyson did was drink. His business failed and he survived on borrowed money. When he came home from clubs, he would release all his anger on me, blaming me for his failed business and his wife's death.
I knew I did not do anything wrong. But some part of me felt guilty. I was the one who should have gone to the shop that day instead of Lucia. I was the one who should have died. I was worthless, just another loser who deserved to die.
3 months later
I looked up at the house of my new foster parent. His name was Clive and he had another foster child in high school.
"Welcome to your new home!" He announced. Spreading his arms towards the house.
Pretty decent. But the façade needs a brighter coat of paint.
"You like it?"
I nodded my head. At least he was being nice. I just hoped he wouldn't end up like Tyson.
