Rolling Stone Savior. (Discontinued)

Prologue

(@SincerelyBreezy wrote this prologue, shout out to her. I'll write the next chapter...it usually goes like that.)

PROLOGUE. 

Rain poured down from the semi-bright skies outside as I sat on the window ledge and watch the raindrops fall. Like outside was still because of the rain with the exception of a few cars riding down the street. Frost began to form on the window from the heat of my breath mixing with the cold of the window.

"I wish I could set fire to the rain." I whispered to myself and placed my flat palm against the cold window. It was cold like the life I was forced to live with two people who didn't care about me.

I continued to watch the rain fall from the sky as I heard the bolts of the lock on the front door moving. I snapped my head in the direction of my room door and ran to it. Placing my back firmly against the wooden door, I used as much force as I could exert to keep the door closed.

"Open this damn door Stephanie!" My dad's intimidating and loud voice came from the other side of the door as he pounded his heavy fist against the door.

"NO! I won't open it." I said and continued to apply force to the door. At first, I was succeeding until I heard my mother's voice on the other side of the door.

"Open this door, Stephanie! You're nothing but a disobedient fuck who is ungrateful! I can't believe I gave birth to someone as ugly as you." She screamed and began helping my dad push the door open.

I soon lost my battle.

I hopped away from the door and quickly ran under my bed. Crawling all the way until my body was on the lower wall, I waited. I heard their footsteps against my carpet and held my breath. I didn't want to suffer another beating and verbal beating from my parents. Their shit wasn't sweet and by the way my dad slurred his words, he's either been drinking or shooting up things he shouldn't shoot up.

"Stephanie! Where the hell are you?!" My mom yelled and I heard her throwing my things around. "Wait. Charles. Check the bed." My mom said to my dad as she began wrecking my room again. I heard my dad's footsteps and then he flipped my bed over.

"Found you." He said as a creepy smile covered his dry and chapped lips. He reached down and grabbed me by my neck, immediately cutting off my breath.

"Daddy, don't..." Was the last thing I said before blacking out.

Why won't anybody save me?