Split.

Chapter one.

Chapter One

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Heres chapter one i hope you like it! Vote and comment what you think! 

He was an angel, no, not just any angel my angel. He showed me what love really was, he showed me what it felt like to be wanted. But I wasn’t the only messed up one out of this mix. We helped each other and it was beautiful. I tried to stay away but I couldn’t, not for long at least. He is like my drug; my beautiful drug. He is my beautiful monster.

My name is Scarlett Miller and this is my story.

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I carefully tip-toed out of my bedroom hopping he wouldn’t see me, I was wrong. He stood there, at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for me. Once I had reached the bottom he moved close to me, so close I could practically taste the alcohol lingering in his breathe.

“Where do you think your going Missy?” Bear spat in my face. I was too scared to respond, so I just stood there trembling holding back the tears that were threatening to spill down my cheeks.

“Answer me you whore!” he growled now inches away from my face. I still haven’t budget, only tightly squeezing my eyes shut. Not wanting to ever open them again, just wanting the darkness to take over my body and carry me anywhere but here with this horrible man. Within seconds I felt a sharp stinging pain on my left cheek. I tried moving my left arm up to my cheek but as soon as I moved it, it was pinned against the wall.

“Did I say you could move you’re arm? Scarlet your nothing but a waste of space. Do you hear me? A FUCKING WASTE OR SPACE! YOU’RE A WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT AND THAT’S WHY YOU’RE DAD LEFT!”

His hand made contact with my face once more before I fell to the ground with a thud.

“Bear” “Bear please stop.” My mum pleaded as he walked over to her, his eyes growing darker by the second. I drowned out the vile things Bear was saying to my mum while tightly gripping the sleeve of my shirt.

I must have passed out because I don’t remember being in my bed. Maybe it was all just a dream. Maybe mum is okay and dad is still here, downstairs making us dinner. Maybe Bear was just a horrible dream that has been haunting me for the past 5 years. I got up out of my tiny twin sized bed walking into my bathroom. I slowly tilted my head upwards so I could get a good look at my face. It was bruised. My whole left cheek was slowly but surly turning black and blue. I placed my right hand on my left cheek rubbing over the pained areas. I should probably go downstairs and get some ice, but what if Bear really wasn’t a dream, what if he was down there waiting for me. Quickly shaking the thought from my head as I walked back into my bedroom, sliding under the brightly covered duvet. Just as I was about to drift back to sleep I heard the front door slam shut. I shot up from my bed, rushing down the hallway only to see all of Bears belongings gone and with that he peeled out of the driveway, driving down the road.

“MUM?” I searched for her around the house for hours. Under beds, in cabinets, the living room, bedrooms, bathrooms, attic, basement, kitchen, anywhere a human could possibly be but still no luck. Then it hit me, Bear took her. Bear took my mum. He is probably taking her somewhere far away to torture her. He is going to punish her for all the bad things I have done and there was nothing I could do to stop him. I made a promise to myself this day. I made a promise to myself and to mum that I would never give up hope, I would never stop looking for her and one day we will be reunited once again no matter she may be.

I pulled my black skinny jeans up my long legs, slipping a blue jumper over my head while walking into my bathroom. I combed through my long black curls once more before grabbing my phone, keys and wallet then walking out of my house. Stepping out of my house grabbing onto the small metal knob shutting the door behind me as I walked down my garden, the cold air nipping at my warm skin. Making my way to the end of my garden I turned left headed towards the small café at the end of the road. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket plugging my pink ear phones into the small hole at the top turning my favorite song on. I was so into my music that I bumped into a guy around the same age as me, his perfectly parted brown hair flowing as the cold wind made contact with his face. Our shoulders slightly touched as we bumped,he dropped a piece a paper he must have had in his pocket. I turned around to give him, his paper but he was gone in the blink of an eye. I opened the piece of crumbled up paper, his name was smeared across the top. Harry.