why In Nyc

1. The Party (edited)

Florence tugged the black hairbrush that was stuck in her hair. She had to look good for it was her 16th birthday and everyone would be there. Apart from him. The one person she wanted. No needed

Giving up she decided to plait her chocolate brown hair in a side braid so no-one could see its tangled mess. Out of her drawer Florence pulled out some makeup that she got from her grandmother when she was 15. Her grandmother was the last person she had left. Her grandma was unlike anyone else in her family. Being the CEO of a business she was incredibly rich and life for her was easy. But not for Florence, life had other plans.

She coated her eyes in makeup so you could barely see the green tint in them. She wanted to cover them up as her green eyes were from her father and she hated him because he abused Florence. She took several beatings each night, bruises would cover her body from head to toe. She was constantly called a slut and a whore by him, that was until Jackie, their neighbour called the cops on him because she heard loud screams in the night. He didn't want Florence Or her mother. You wouldn't think that to be her story because of her now lavish lifestyle but even after all the pain she still couldn't forget him. She still had nightmares about him. Unable to sleep

She pulled on her blue bodycon dress which hugged her hips tightly and made her look like a queen. With the dress now on she walked into her closet picking up her silver shoes and sliding them on her feet. Florence eyed the sapphire necklace her mother had gotten her, god knows where from! Florence took ten minutes bending over the mirror trying to fasten the clasp. Finally Florence was ready.

         This is how I imagined the dress

She stepped downstairs carefully trying not to trip or fall. There was a crowd of people looking up at her, mostly her grandmother's friends because Florence never really got along with anyone.

It was hours into the party when most people where worn at and some had already left, when there was a loud, firm knock at the door. Florence's grandmother was no where to be seen, disappeared in the life of the party, so she slowly walked up to the door and opened it. It was a man with caramel hair, just like hers. He had emerald eyes which searched through people's souls. This man stood at the door was tall. Probably about 6'4, towering over Florence by a foot. He had his gun drawn, ready to shoot as he spoke in his deep voice,
"we are looking for a Miss Florence Nightingale."
"Ex...excuse me. Wha..what?"
" do you know her"
  Florence's mind was racing she knew her dad had been involved in all this criminal shit but she never knew it would affect her now. So she did the one thing she was taught to do, run.

This is my first story guys. I would appreciate the support ❤
I will release a new chapter every day
Sorry if I forget 😔
Each chapter will have 300-400 words depending on whether its a good place to stop or not