𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 (ON HOLD UNTIL 'COLD' IS FINISHED)

chapter 1

I'm a loner.

I'm not the typical chatty girl who has a couple friends that she eats lunch with. I have no one.

My whole life I've been brought up neglected. My father isn't the nicest of people. He's an alcoholic.
So I guess I just don't trust people. If I can't trust my own father with my life then who can I trust?

"Eden!!" Oh no. Please. Not again.
The door comes crashing open, causing me to flinch. "Go buy me some vodka" I nod. "Yes father." Getting up off of the mattress on the floor that I sleep on, I slip on my old shoes with my head down. Father stands in the door way. "Come on girl" He growls making his way towards me and pulling me out of the room by my hair.
"I want two bottles of vodka, take it out of your own money."

I can't afford to pay the rent and buy his alcohol. On top of that having to go to college and work part time in a coffee shop. Why me? "But father.. I can't affor- " before I can finish my sentence, his fist connects with my face. Ouch. I instantly put my hands over my eye and nose. Blood pouring from my now crooked nose. I winse in pain as my fingers grase the fresh cuts. "Don't you dare fucking answer back!! Now go!" I turn around to quickly exit the door, wiping my tears and my bloody nose whilst walking up the cold dark street. I quickly pull my old, nearly broken phone out of my pocket, turning on the phone camera to see if there is excess blood. I wipe the last little smear on the side of my cheek with my sleeve. I don't want to cause any suspicions. I hope it's not too noticeable.

I enter the shop and go straight to the alcohol section, picking up the last two bottles of vodka, I walk over the tills. After I pay, I leave and start walking back the the torturous place I'm supposed to call home. As I walk down the street, looking at my shoes the whole time I accidentally walk into something. "Watch it." A deep voice groans. I look up to see the shadow of a tall man. "I'm so so sorry" I apologise. He bends down, looking at me in confusion. "What's that on your eye? why is your nose crooked like that?" He asks me. I start panic. He can't know. Come on Eden make up something. "Please I'm so sorry I flinch as he touches my chin, lifting it up so I face him.

His eyebrow furrows. "I'm not going to hurt you. What happened?"

"Oh that's nothing I tripped over the other day and smacked my face on a desk" I quickly make up the worst excuse. "Anyways I've got to go bye" I start walking away as fast as I can, not looking back at the man that seems oddly concerned. I walk down the street until I reach the door to my house.

My hand hovers over the handle.
Here goes nothing. I open the door and walk inside.