Skylar Miller
A girl who has been blamed but never seen as the victim in the story. She lost her best friends then she lost the people that she used to love. It felt like her life was breaking at every corner she looked.
"If you told me that going...
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- Rylie Miller -
-Flashback-
"RUN, FRAN, RUN!" I screamed as I saw my best friend turn to look at me for one last time. He had to leave. He couldn't stay here any longer.
Before I knew it, a hand was clamped around my mouth and another around my throat, restricting my ability to breathe. I was done for at this point. "Your such a naughty little boy" my grandfather sneered.
"I am not a little boy" I kicked his dodgy knee, causing him to release his hold on my mouth and throat. "You will never be a grandfather to me" I sneered back, giving him a final kick before chasing down the driveway to meet my best friend and a few of our other friends that were helping us get out of here.
"We have to leave them" I heard Fran mutter, once I had climbed my thin body over the fence. No wonder I never played football, or any sport for that matter.
"You can't leave Skylar" Charlotte whispered, a slight threatening tone in her voice. All of our friends had doted on Luke, Skylar, and Oliver. Skylar was the one that struggled the most, being the youngest girl.
"We have too. If we go back, they will keep us down. They may even chain us down, you guys included" I responded, tying the gates closed. Anything to get them to slow down before they could reach us.
If I couldn't feel the guilt before, it had increased. I was leaving my younger brothers and sisters, even if some of them weren't my biological siblings.
It would be worth it, after all.
After everything our mother and father have put us through, we would finally be free. "Come back here, you scumbag" I heard my mother screech down the driveway, as I did the final knot. We all then took off running towards the cars that were parked at the bottom.
This was it. We were finally free.
But for some reason, I felt two hands clamp around my throat.
-End of Flashback-
I woke up, a cold sweat coating my body as I searched around beside me. She wasn't here, it was alright. I wasn't locked out of the house, they were dead. They couldn't do this to us anymore.
"RYLIE!" A scream broke through the deadly silent house, as I heard someone shout from the bottom of the stairs.
I jumped out of my bed, my long legs tangling in the sheets, as I rushed out of the bedroom. I raced down the stairs, nearly falling down them, as I reached the bottom of the stairs. "Sky, what's wrong?" I questioned, trying to keep calm as I placed gentle hands either side of her face.
"It's Summer, she's vomiting and can't stop. There's blood" her words were a mumble, but I got the gist of it. Summer was, more than likely, sick from all the medication she had been taking. This was not good.
