Don't Make Promises You Can't Keep || Dean's Daughter Fanfiction

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Harley ~

I was walking home from the movies. I wanted to go see the new Terminator but I don't know why, I don't even like movies, they make me uncomfortable. I have trouble keeping still for that long, I always feel like I should be doing something important. As I walked up the drive way into our small cottage style home I smelled rotten eggs and I thought my mom just took out the trash. I took out my key and unlocked the front door. I stepped inside and slipped and fell forward. I stood up to see what I slipped on and it was a crimson liquid, it looked like blood. Getting frightened I ran into my mom's room and I found her gutted on the floor and a message on the wall written in blood. I didn't think about the message because I went to go find my little brother. I found him in his room with a snapped neck. I had no one left. I started to hyperventilate so I ran to the kitchen to find a paper bag. Once I calmed down enough I swallowed my fear and went in my mom's room to read the message because I knew once the cops got here they would keep me away from the scene.

Harley Breas, you are next!

Oh my god, someone made a real death threat against me. I grabbed my mom's diary and called the cops. I was so scared I didn't know what to do. I was only thirteen, I couldn't do anything, right?

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Within minutes the police were there, everything from then on to the foster home was a blur. My whole family was dead. I never really had a dad, my mom told me he died when I was a baby. Harley get calm and get out, I told myself when I realised I was at the foster home already. I was shown to my room and told to go to dinner at seven. I sat down on the small bed, at least I had my own room. There was an hour until seven so if I was going to cry now was the time. I took out my mom's diary and started reading and crying.

Seven came faster than I thought. I was on the last page of my mom's diary and I had to make an appearance at dinner if I wanted to hold my own. I always heard stories about foster homes and I never thought I'd have to be in one. I got up off my bed and left my mom's diary on the bed.

The lady that was here I could tell took care of the kids she was in charge of. She was very sympathetic and kind. I couldn't stand her. I knew she was just trying to be nice but I'd rather brood in peace. I finally made it to the kitchen. The house this lady lived in was huge, larger than any house I'd ever been in. I sat down at the large dining room table next to the kitchen. I was quickly greeted by a very extatic face. She was a bleach blond haired girl in short shorts and a tank top. She was the complete opposite of me. My hair is brown, and I like my signature look of leather jacket and combat boots.

"Hello! I'm Cherry, you're the new kid right?" Oh no.