My Gang Leader

Chapter 1

      "Alright thank you and bye!" I shouted over my shoulders to my favourite library owners, Mr. and Mrs. Smith. I started walking towards the hell hole called home. The cold autumn air blew and I pulled on my blue hoodie's sleeve to cover my palms as much as I can.

From age 7 and a half I have been either wearing on long sleeve tops or hoodies and long tights, sweat pants and jeans. And I can thank my devil father for it. You're probably confused let me enlighten you.

At age 14 my mother joined her dream school. She was a freshman and that is where she met my father. He was 16 and in senior year. Well my father was what you would call the 'school playboy.' He blackmailed my mother into bed with him and well a week later I was discovered. A year later I was brought into this world. 

My mother dropped out of school to take care of me. Now you would thought that my mother would be angry well no, she loved me with all her heart and for seven years I was my mother's little angel and princess. We were poor so I was not able to go to fancy restaurants and have expensive television. So I did not have any thing except my mother and her love. But the world is just a cruel place and she died. 

I was then in the court for a few days until they came across my father, John, he was a police officer and did not want to ruin his reputation so he took me in I he did not I would have been sent into an orphanage. Now I don't know how on earth he get the job as an officer but he did. (Cause it is wattpad and anything is possible.) If only I could go back in time just so I could go in the orphanage instead but noooooooo the world did not give me that ability. 

Well at 7 and a half I started getting bruises from him hitting me. At the young age I thought it was discipline but then I started getting beaten for no absolute reason. Then I realized that he was abusing me.

I tried to call for help. That did not work for we live in a mansion and no one can hear me. Used his phone I got more abuse. And he locked his phone and it is never to be seen out of his front pants pocket. Ain't no way I using that plan I don't want to get anywhere near that.

I guess I should be thankful he did not try to rape me or that have been well you know. Suicide no I believe in god and suicide is just an path way of letting the devil take your soul so I am not going to perform suicide.(And no one should what I typed is true it is a pathway of letting your soul getting taken by the devil no matter how bad you must stay strong and not let the devil take control over you.)

Cutting my self, well I have enough of that if I am being honest. Running away oh boy I learned my lesson the first time. At age 11 I had enough money to leave the country and start a new life but when I reached the airport waiting to board the plane my father found me. He abused me soo bad that I had to get stitches. The worst part was I had to do it my self. 

Other than that every day a new girl does be over at the mansion. And when she leaves well that is where I get my abuse.

So yeah that is my past so far nothing interesting.

I am now inching towards my house. I am not afraid of my father at least not now. I was but stopped at age 13. I am now 17. So you could say I got accustomed to the beatings. I only have onw thing on my mind and that is I WILL NOT GIVE HIM THE SATISFACTION. So when ever he is hitting, punching or kicking me I always have a straight face. Not one with any sign of emotion. In fact I do not show emotion except when I am in the library with Mr. and Mrs. Smith. And with food duhh. 

When I reached the mansion's door step out my house key and opened the door and stepped in. The first thing that greeted me was clothes on the floor. Men and Women's. I sighed and went up stairs to my room. I have an amazing room that I am thankful for but I only have it for one reason so his reputation as a father is not ruined. I sighed and shoved my hand under the bed and felt around. I felt the shoe box and took it out. I blew away the dust and carefully opened the box.