I want to give everyone that has been waiting a huge apology. I have been through a lot these past three months and I'm just getting back into the writing game now. I've had far too much going on in my own life that actually feels like it should be a novel to make since of this story properly. I wrote a chapter, but deleted it because you all deserve better than what I tried to give you tonight.
So in a complete and honest promise you will receive an actual chapter within the next two days. I no longer have a computer, so i'm currently borrowing a friends.
In all fairness I feel like telling you all what happened in my life to cause such a dramatic disappearing act.
My longtime boyfriend and I broke up, and I had to move back in with my dying father and his new wife and her son. My Stepmother, in true disney form wanted nothing more than to stick me in a closet or the basement, even though there was a spare bedroom(which used to be my bedroom) completely open. My father was in the hospital when I moved back in, his stomach was no longer working because of the nerve damage from chemo and they were giving him less than two weeks to live.
It was the third night living there again did my stepmother tell me that as soon as my father died, "I would have to make other living arrangements." She also apparently doesn't know that she raised a pervert who seems to have a sick attraction to redheads and tried to sexually assault me.
My father came home from the hospital on hospice, and I did my best to stay composed with this new family that he unknowingly saddled me with, but after my stepbrother's attempt I was forced to move out and now i'm living with fantastic people, but I had to go to the house every day and sit by my stepmother and stepbrother and pretend like everything was alright so that my father wouldn't leave this world knowing just how evil those people are.
He died just after New Years, and i couldn't be more grateful that I was there to hold his hand as he left me.
It's still hard to look back at these months and try to write something that just doesn't seem even half as traumatic as what I have seen and gone through, but I guess some people would call it source material.
Your chapter will come shortly. If any of you actually read this I appreciate your time.