Aurora is a not so ordinary 19 year old woman; on her way out of highschool. She's beautiful she's popular and has the perfect boyfriend along with the perfect life. But little does everyone one know her boyfriend is far from perfect along with her...
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I was in the middle of a dream when I felt hands shaking me intensely
"Rory, wake up" the voice harshly whispered. " Rory!" that made my eyes flung open. I saw my father in his usual attire; an all black Armani suit but there were dark spots on it. Which was quite weird because if you knew my father for as long as I have then you'd know that every thing he puts on has to be perfected to the finest point.
I slowly got up, clearly affected by the sleep."Dad why are you whispering?" my dad is a very loud person. I don't think I've ever heard him this quiet.
" I don't have time to explain." I took time to notice his appearance and facial expression. My dad was a very calm person. He never looked as panicked as he did now.
" what do you me-" A loud bang rang through the house making my head snap to the door, effectively cutting me off. " Aurora get the fuck up" He snatched my arm in a haste, trying to rush me out the door.
I slowly picked up my feet and trailed behind him. But when we finally got to the door it sprung open, hitting my father in the process. It all happened too fast. Shouting, the sounds of blunt hits, the sight of blood hitting the carpeted floor. I didn't know what the hell was happening. One minute I was sleeping peacefully and the next there was blood on the floor.
My dad was strong but evidently he wasn't a match for the person that stormed in the room. The guy landed more and more hits while I stood there frozen until dad went limp.
The man wiped his hands on his clothes looking around the room before he finally noticed me. He froze. I froze. I ran and he chased. I sprinted through the hallways faster then I've ever run in my life. I tripped over the one of the ruffled edges of the carpet in the dining room, I fell. But Im black so I don't have the time for that. I got back on my legs quick enough to run to the kitchen and grab a knife, turning around to face the mysterious man who could beat a 35 year old man unconscious but couldn't keep up with me... a 13 year old.
His eyes widened at the object in my hands." Hey there's no need for that, is there little girl?"
I almost gagged. He lucky I'm not that strong. Or else or I would've punched him dead in his shit.
" I just watched you ruin my white carpets with my fathers blood,and you're standing here telling me that there is no need for a goddamn weapon."
"aren't you a little young for profanity? You're too pretty for that."
" Aren't you a little too old to be complimenting a 13 year old girl sexually?"
A strong expression took over his face." Listen here you little bitch. All you need to do is put the fucking knife down. Do it and I'll consider your little weak ass father to live. Maybe even the rest of your family too, hmm?"
" w-what do you mean the rest of my family?" I thought Rowan and Mama were out of town. They're not here. Are they? No they can't be here. There's no way
