Me no own kingdom keepers
Today- . My dad was dead. My mom was dead. More then likely my sister was dead. Silent. The house was silent. Natalia had had her entire life ahead of her. If I had just stood up to my dad earlier she might still be here. I stood and hit my head on the wall. I was just eleven and I needed a care taker.
A knock on the door. Social services. I opened up just to yell at him. He had failed me. Failed my sister to death. Before I could protest he grabbed my arm and shoved me into a white van. He drove down a semi-familiar road. He stopped in front of a house that smelled like clay.
A women was waiting on the porch. I had vague memory's of my aunt. Cookies ( my dad ate them ). a clay cinderells castle ( my dad broke it ) a fifty dollar bill for my tenth birthday ( my dad gambled it away ). My aunt drew me into a hug.
" he has a sister ! Wheres his sister!" She yelled at the man.
" dead. " he replied with his back to us. He climbed in the car and speed away.
Ta dah multi chap ! Should next pov be natalias , aunt jellys. Or the social worker ? Vote in the reveiws