Sold to the gangleader

The beginning of everything

Skylar's pov

I woke up to the sound of my alarm going off. It's currently 7:30 in the morning. I don't have school today or anymore because I graduated yesterday. Most people would be excited but not me. It means more beatings from my supposed to be dad or as I now know him Phil. It never used to be like this though. Everything used to be perfect. I had the perfect life with the perfect family until that one haunting day that was my fault. Phil made sure I knew of that too. Everyday.

I get dressed and head downstairs to make Phil's breakfast because if I don't do it on time I will be sure to get another beating and I don't think I can handle another after last night. I had delayed his dinner by 5 minutes to cool it down and he flipped. He was really drunk though so it wasn't his fault. I had been beat with a metal baseball bat, punched, whipped and starved. I shivered at the memory. That's why today, nothing will be delayed by a second. As I headed downstairs the smell of beer hit my nostrils. I winced at the potent smell but carried on going being used to it by now. I started to pick up the beer bottles quietly as I made my way through to the kitchen being quiet in order not to wake Phil up who is splayed out across the couch. I placed the bottles down and walked over to him.

I really miss him. The old him. The kind, funny, caring man he used to be. He used to give me piggy backs and call me his little cupcake. I just wish for one day I could see that man again. To feel one of his tight bear hugs that could fix even the most broken person but I know that's just wishful thinking. Just stupid, dumb hope. They say love kills a man but really hope does. Hope keeps you seeing but never quite reaching. As much as I try to get my dad back I can't. I know that but it's that tiny slither of hope that keeps me reaching.

I grab the blanket and put it over him, he looks freezing. Just as I do that he jolts awake and grabs my wrist. I wince in pain as that is where alot of bruises and cuts are. He smiles clearly enjoying my obvious discomfort.

"What the hell do you want, bitch?!" He sneers in my face.

I was petrified and he knew. He fed off that. "I-I was just-just putting a b-blanket over you s-sir b-because you looked c-cold." I stuttered out.

For a split second I could have sworn his eyes showed kindness, my old dad for a second but obviously not because he threw me across the floor. Stupid hope again. It will be the death of me. He came and stood over me, looking down.

"Go and get my breakfast you stupid slut! You woke me up!" He didn't have to tell me twice. I scurried away from the floor to make his breakfast which was always bacon and egg on toast.

I made my way to the kitchen, looking through the cabinets for the ingredients. They were almost empty. I'll have to go shopping after I make Phil's breakfast. I get to work and hand it to him straight after, right on time. He looks over to his clock and then back at me with a nasty glare.

"You got lucky this time." He gritted out before snatching the plate from my hands and chowing down on his sandwich.

"I n-need to g-go to the s-store s-sir." I managed to stutter out. As you can guess, I stutter alot but only when I am scared. Which is all of the time.

He just grunted in response so I made my way up to my bedroom to get ready. My room was simple. I had a single bed which was starting to fall appart with a ripped duvet on it. I had to stitch the bigger holes. I had a wardrobe in the corner which consisted of 2 hoodies, 3 long sleeve tops and 2 pairs of jeans. I have no money to get any more as all the money I earn goes on Phil's beer and the rent because, as you guessed, he doesn't work. It's fine though. My clothes cover all of my body so I don't get questioned about my old and recent scars and bruises. I then have a full length mirror which I patch myself up in front of and that is all. The only possessions I have are my clothes, one pair of high tops and a necklace my mother gave me. God I miss her so much but I only have myself for that to blame.

I quickly shake myself out of my thoughts and slip on some black jeans, a grey hoodie and my white high tops. I make my way down the stairs after that and head out to the store.

I savour the quiet ten minute walk down to Walmart. No shouting or beating, just birds chirping and cars passing. It's peaceful. Once I arrive I head straight in and collect what I need.

By the time I make it to the checkout my arm is hanging off. I didn't even get that much, I am just very weak due to my lack of food and nutrition.

I get it all packed into a bag and start heading out but I wasn't looking where I was going as I walk into a wall and fall to the floor. Or at least I thought so until i saw feet. I hesitantly looked up being met with the piercing brown eyes of a man. He looked to be just a bit older than me but he also looked very scary. And when I say very scary I mean scarier than Phil scary.

"I am s-so so s-sorry s-sir." I stutter out, rushing to pick all of the shopping up. He smirked and walked away. That was so embarrassing.

Once I pick my shopping up I quickly make my way back home. By the time I'm there my entire body feels dead.

Just as I am at the end of the drive I see two cars. They look expensive and they are definatley not Phil's or his friend's cars. I ignore it and head inside with the shopping and that's when I saw him.

They guy from walmart was stood there with four other guys who look just as big and scary as him. Even Phil looked intimidated maybe even a little scared. That's odd. What is he doing here?

I quickly scurry my way into the kitchen, not wanting to interrupt them as it looked really important and I don't want to get beat again later for disturbing them.

I finish putting all of the shopping away and then I hear mumbling. I wasn't trying to eavesdrop but it was hard considering how thin the walls are.

"Is that the girl?" A voice I don't recognize asks. It sounds stern.

"Yeah, that's the little slut." I recognise that as Phil's voice.

Were they talking about me? There's no other girls and phil only calls me a slut. I wonder what they want with me. He didn't seem affected by me bumping into him. It definatley looks like it hurt me more.

"Skylar!" My fathers voice boomed, breaking me out of my thoughts.

I rushed in there to see what they need. My father looked smug like he does when he sees the pain he has put me through. The rest look like a gang by the way they are dressed and the weapons stashed all over their body. The man I bumped into looks to be the gangleader. His face held no emotion. His eyes looked like deep pools of nothing. Just black and empty. I wonder what happened to him to make him like that. The one to his left held a hard, stern look. He looked like he could kill with just a glare although there was something underlying there. The others to his right held the total opposite in their eyes. You could see they wouldn't harm a fly but their eyes held looks of sympathy. Huh. I wonder why.

I look back to my father who looks...happy?? Then he speaks and what comes out of his mouth...changes everything.

Hey guys. That's my first chapter. Let me know what your thoughts are.
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