My boys chapter 1- She screams in her pillow for a better tomorrow
Nikki slowly closed the front door quietly. The last thing she needed from ' Him'
was a black eye. She pulled down her long sleeves just enough to cover the bruises. She winced at the touch of them.
Nikki Parker was about 5'2 and had raven colored hair that lay long down to her elbows in creasent moon soft curls. She was wearing her favorite black jeans with her one of a kind tight black sweat shirt even though it was almost 75 degrees out. Her ipod head phones lay around her neck as she slowly descended the 3 porch steps in her old fashion high top converse. With her green binder in her hand she made her way down the street. She bobbed her head to the music as she started to sketch in her art book. She stopped at the corner waiting for the walk symbol.
In her life , she has went through things that could only be in nightmares about. And that was her life. A total nightmare. Her mother died when she was nine and she could never forget how. Her father hadn't been a drunk then. She wished everyday that her fathers 'drinking problems would end'. Her mother had heart cancer and would be in the hospital every other day. When her mom was alive she would home to a hug and kiss from mom and dad. How drastic something like a cancer could tear your family apart. How it could literally cause you pain. The day of her mothers death was the day everything changed. Her father would be out till 1am drinking then he would come home and take out the pain on her.
When Nikki was just 13 years old she remembered the 4 words that came out of her drunken fathers mouth. And they were ' Its all your fault ' . She was young but she knew that from that day on he would never like her the same.
Every night after he hit her, she would scream into her pillow for a better tomorrow. A new day. Any change as long as it was for the better.
Nikki ran across the street and walked quickly past this block. It wasn't her favorite to pass everyday because of what happened when she was 14. This was the block she got beat up on, by one of the gangs. New jersey , not one of the most safest places. After this incident she was classified as a hard core tough girl. She didn't like it that much since the only reason she knew how to kick ass was because of her father. At least it gave her a title instead of new yorker or her favorite the new kid.
Nikki stopped again and waited for the light once more. Suddenly a sky blue mustang convertible drove by , and in it were 3 boys from school. She knew there names but she just didn't know them personally. They were the jonas brothers. There was nick who was the youngest, he was about 14, then there was joe who was her age 17 and lastly was kevin who was 19. They're classified as deep musicians. As it passed, Nick and joe turned and smiled to her. She blushed but smiled back. The light once again changed and she crossed the street to school. Here goes another day of the usual routine she thought.