( on hold till I graduate hs:) )
Arabelle Saint just needed time to get away from her horrible reality of what others like to call life. For her, the only reason worth living was her older brother Lucca, but what happens when Lucca is no longer ther...
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I shakily twist the knob for the door, terrified of the fact that dad could be home now.
I quietly walk in and look around.
That was a close one.
I tip toe up to my bedroom and as I walk in I take notice of the dim lighting and open door.
I always lock my door.
"Where were you." My dads half drunken voice says.
I take a closer look of my room and the scene leave's me speechless.
My clothes are all torn apart, my bed frame broken, my mirror shattered on the floor, and my dads bear bottles laid around.
I try to steady my breath and speak normally but it's hopeless, "I wa-was o-out eat-eating s-sir."
You idiot! Why would you actually tell him!
"At 12:00?" He says with a sharp glare.
"Ye-" my words are cut off with a sharp sting on my left cheek.
"Didnt know my daughter was a slut. Your just like your mother." Dad spits.
"M-mom wasn't a sl-slut." I say, feeling tears streaming down my face.
He comes closer and connects his face with my chin making me fall backwards.
He pulls out a gun from his back pocket. "I've had enough of your bullshit these past years, it's all you fault! Lucca could have been alive. The bullet was for you! You were supposed to die! Not him." He shouts.
Don't listen to him Belle, he's drunk and doesn't know what he's saying.
I quickly move back and try to run but I sharp pang in my leg makes me drop to the floor.
He shot me.
My own dad just shot me.
"You've always been a pathetic bitch, your lucky I let you live this long."
Before he can pull the trigger I get up and sprint as fast as I can downstairs and out the door.
I run down the sidewalk with my limping leg and my hand pressed against the gun wound on my thigh.
My face feels like crap.
After running down a few blocks I reach a bench near a bus stop.
I shakily grab my phone and diel the only person I know would come save me.
"L-Leo" I sob quietly.
"Tesoro are you okay? Why are you up this late?" He asks, concern in his voice.
