Avalon Apollo always wanted to pursue a career in the art industry; however, bad habits and free range was always her downfall. Attending her first year of Barlowe Centennial University, Avalon found what she always needed, what she needed in order...
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I'm awaken around 12 o'clock to the harsh sound of bangs on the door. In a daze, I slide out of my bed, feeling the cold wood touch my feet. The bangs continue at the door when suddenly out the window, I saw red and blue lights flashing. I tip toe my way down the hall, praying my father doesn't see or hear me out of bed.
When I hear my father stomping to the door in a rush, I jump back, hiding behind the wall that connects into the main room and front door. My father opens the door revealing two police officers.
Are they finally taking him away?
"Mr.Ambrose?" One of the police officers ask.
"Yeah. What's this about." He responded, adjusting his stance.
"I'm sorry to inform you sir, but your wife, Mila Ambrose, was found and pronounced dead in a car fire three cities away."
What? No.
No!
This can't be true? Why is he lying? He's supposed to be here to take my father away, where is my mother? My beautiful mother...
"Dead?" My father asks, almost sounding slightly human.
"Yes sir, it seemed she may have fallen asleep behind the wheel and crashed into a tree, resulting in a fire." The police officer responded, "Our condolences."
My father shuts the door as the officers begin to walk away.
"Stupid, fucking bitch!" He screams.
I run back to my room and to my bed. I hide under the blankets hoping that by the time I wake up, my mother will be there waking me up with her sweet and delicate morning voice.
She can't be gone!
Tears uncontrollably stream down my face and my breath feels short.
I love her!
I'm only ten, she can't be gone already! Who's going to save me from him? I need her. Please, I need her.
"Oliver."
My head snaps to the side, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Are you feeling okay?" Gemma asks, "You seemed pretty zoned out there for a moment."
"Oh, yeah, sorry, just thinking about the project before class starts." I respond. "Anyways, what we're you saying?"
