Victoria's Secret

Chapter 1

*Hey folks! I hope u like this new book. just a heads up, this book will have a lot of swear words so if u cant handle that then maybe this isn't for u :/ also i will in some way shape or form incorporate Islam in it so just bare with me :)*

Chapter 1

The sun kissed my pale skin as I wasted the first day of my summer break with Connor. We were just sitting on the wooden pier, me with my feet in the lake and him stretched out on a fold up lawn chair. I don't know about him, but I was enjoying my small escape of freedom.

I laid back. "It's so hot out here." I said pushing back my newly cut side bangs that I straightened this morning. I winced when my hand rubbed over the bruise and Connor noticed.

"What's that?" he asks with a deep frown. I tried to swat his hand away when he reached out to push my bangs aside, but he firmly held my face. He gently rubbed his thumb over the purple bruise as his jaws clenched. "Who did this?" He growled.

I jerked out of his grip and began to fix my bangs back in place. "You know who."

"Shit!" he cursed under his breath, running both his hands through his brown hair. "How long are you gonna let her keep doing this?" Connor asked angrily. I chose to stay quiet and he continued, "You need to fight back! Your, what, 5'7? All she's got is a couple inches on you! You can easily overpower her!"

"What? Over Power her? Connor, she's my mother? I can't do that!" I shouted getting aroused as well. I mean, how the hell could he say something like that?

He was silent for a moment. "Well if you won't, I will." He said it with so much certainty that it scared me and left me speechless. How do I respond to something like that? He looked me hard into my eyes and I could tell he was angry. "I'm serious Victoria, I will." He said again. I looked away from him, staring out at the lake.

"She said she's gonna try to change." I mumbled.

"What? She's been telling you that for years now! Can you be that naive?" He shouted getting out of his chair.

I was mad now. "Yes," I hissed, "Maybe I am that naive! Maybe I have no choice but to believe her!"

"You have a choice!" he shot back.

"No," I shook my head, "I don't. I don't have anyone else. I've got no place to go and you know that." He started to say something else but I stopped him, "Just go." I said as I looked away once more.

"Fine." He walked off the pier and kept walking all the way to my house and rounded the corner until I couldn't see him anymore. Then I heard his motorcycle start up.

"Butthole." I muttered under my breath. Truth was, it was me who's the butthole. He was right, I could stand up for myself and fight back. What was holding me back from hitting her with one of the many vodka bottles just sitting around? The memories, that's what. As soon as I'd get fed up with her shit I'd tell myself 'That's it! No more!' But then I would remember how life was before she started using drugs and drinking. Before when she wasn't so famous. It also didn't help that she'd come back later with gifts and apologies about how she's getting help, so naturally I would forgive her. I could never tell if she was acting or if she really was sincere. Or maybe I just don't want to because I have nowhere else to go, unlike Connor.

Five years ago his father won custody of him from his neglectful mother, Angela, who just so happens to be my mom's best friend. Me...I've got no dad. Well at least that's what I had been told when I asked my mother a long time ago. I know now that somewhere out there I do have a dad. Not that I'm looking for him. The dreams of my father coming to rescue me from the wrath of the infamous Marie Moore are long vanished.