Enemies to lovers with a family twist!
Alora Frank has been living her life under the abuse of her mother and father. Hiding secrets and unimaginable pain behind her perfect smile. Except one day she finds her father isn't her father, she had family...
Life, a complex concept, is perceived differently by everyone. Its an endless journey of joy and sorrow, triumph and defeat. But for me, it feels like a stagnant ride, devoid of progress or regression.
Such profound thoughts, so early in the day, I mused to myself.
My name, Alora, signifies a beautiful dream, a stark contrast to the nightmare I inhabit. I share my home with my parents, both of whom are drug addicts. In a twisted reversal of roles, I find myself advising them against substance abuse, only to be met with violence.
They are far from ideal parents, and I often question why I even refer to them as such. They hardly deserve the title. I've learned not to dwell on the past, understanding its immutability.
Currently, I find myself in an old, dusty attic that I've claimed as my room. The lingering scent of weed and alcohol permeates the air, remnants of my parents activities downstairs. Their raucous laughter and loud music echo in my ears as I strive to stay awake.
I've learned not to sleep when they're awake. The absence of a lock and my lack of trust in them, borne from their past transgressions, keeps me vigilant.
Here I am, in the dead of night, contemplating my existence and its peculiar circumstances. If I were to disappear now, I doubt anyone would mourn my absence. They might even be relieved.
"ALORA, ALORA!" My mothers voice pierces the silence.
I'm reminded of the consequences of ignoring them and quickly descend the stairs, navigating through the mess of alcohol bottles, beer cans, and cigarette butts.
"Make me a pancake, you wretch", my mother demands.
Her absurd request for pancakes in the middle of the night is met with silent compliance. As I head to the kitchen, a fleeting thought of rebellion crosses my mind, but I dismiss it quickly.
"Lets go out, Alora," my father, Johnathan, suggests.
His words trigger a flood of unpleasant memories. I manage to stammer a refusal, which earns me a menacing glare.
"What did you just say to me?" He questions.
"Nothing, nothing," I reply hastily, my heart pounding as he approaches me, beer bottle in hand.
Just then, the doorbell rings. Saved by the bell, I think, relief washing over me. But its short-lived as I see police cars outside. Four officers enter our house and handcuff my parents, who protest loudly.
One of the officers, Laura, turns to me. "You're coming with us", she says.
"Why did you arrest my parents?" I ask, following them to their car.
"Your parents were drug dealers. We've been looking for them for a long time", Laura explains.
Life is indeed unpredictable. Just when you think you've figured it out, it throws you a curve ball. I never imagined Id be free from the monsters disguised as my parents, but here I am, hoping life doesn't get any crazier.
Authors note
Hii guys, this is the first chapter. How did you like did? Any feedback? Any ideas?
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