Chapter 1

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Avery"s POV:

'FUCK YOU" I yell as i slam the door. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. My father is a complete dick head.

I get in my car and lock the door. I trace the outline of the forming bruise on my thigh, the blood already rushing to care for it, unlike my parents caring for me. My mom left and my dad is a alcoholic and abusive.

I try to clear my thoughts as I start the engine and pull out my driveway. A few moments later I find my self parked in-front of the Excalibur, one of my favorite clubs. I grab my purse and walk out the car and through the door, the guard knows me because I always go here after one of the many fights my father and I have. When I walk in I realize I am not in club attire, but whatever I am here to let loose and block out the thoughts of my sucky life.

I head to the bar and order a Scotch. I down it in a few seconds and go the the dance floor.

This is short but i hate uploading a authors note then not putting in a chapter so here and this book will be 15-20 chapters long and i may make a sequal so yay. -Madi

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