The New World

Chapter One

I looked into my mothers chocolate colored eyes for a moment, and then looked away.

"I can't do this anymore Aaliyah!" My mother practically screamed.

I flinched as I closed my eyes for a moment.

"You're always getting in trouble! I don't know what do to do with you anymore."

She was crying at this point. This argument had been going on for around twenty minutes and I was trying my hardest to blink back my own tears.

I have no clue why, but every time my mother cries because of me or because of something I did, I want to start crying. Was it guilt? I certainly felt guilty. Another thing, I can never look at people when I am having a serious conversation with them. I do think I know why though.

"At this point I might as well send you to your fathers, Aaliyah." She finally said.

My head shot up and I stared at her. As soon as she mentioned sending me to my dad, fury shot through me. As I stared at her for a quick moment I could see the sadness and regret in her eyes.

"Excuse me?" I said. "Send me where?"

"Mind your tone, Aaliyah." She warned.

"No, don't tell me to 'Mind my tone' after telling me that. You don't get to do that."

I knew it was the wrong thing to do. But I wasn't aware of what I was until saying after I said it. And I regret every word. But I also knew that this is what I needed to do, and I despised it.

She looked at me, now even more mad than she was before.

"I don't care. You're getting sent to him. End of discussion." She said in a stern tone.

I wore a horrified look as I realized she was serious. She had said this before but she never really meant it. But now, judging by the tone of her voice and her expression, she was ever so serious.

"Mom, please, I'm sorry please don't." I pleaded. "Anywhere but there, you know him, you can't do that, please."

"No, Aaliyah. Enough." She nearly yelled. "You get in trouble way to much and your father is the only one who can straighten you out. Now shut up and go to your room."

I felt like dropping to my knees and crying right where I stood. But instead, I did this.

"You know I would rather die than stay with him. What is wrong with you?!" I screamed.

She stared at me as I walked towards the door.

"Aaliyah, don't." She tried to say, but I already opened the door.

"Aaliyah!" She yelled.

"I hate you." I said before I bolted, running away from the house.

I heard her desperately yelling and screaming my name as I ran. . . and it tore through my skull, giving me an overwhelming feeling of sadness and guilt. I knew this was wrong, but I didn't care. I would rather die than go with him.

Did I know where I was going? Partly. I was going to one of my favorite spots. Did I know what I would do from there? Not at all. But all I knew, was that I would do anything to get away.

Hey guys, welcome to my new book "The New World"! I have been wanting to write this for a long time now, and I just decided to try it out. Thanks for giving this book a chance. I hope you enjoy.❤️
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(Update: The story got deleted but luckily I copied and pasted everything to Notes just in case.)