Dancing Dream

Chapter 1

This story was on another site www.quotev.com . My friend wrote this story, but could no longer continue it due to the critical condition she is. That explains why on the cover the name is 'Taylor'. She was in car wreck with three broken ribs and had given me a call to tell me tocountinue the story. Never less I accepted. So the actual storylink is this --

http://www.quotev.com/ImagineTheBeauty and is called Dancing Dream. This story is also under the right of the copyright law. Any coping of this story without mine or her permission is illegal. Comment, and Vote.

Chapter 1

I smiled as I looked in magazine of how much stronger he was. "Babe what was our story like!" He asked as he carried a little girl. "You ask that everyday," I chuckled. He as well chuckled. "But it was special." I looked at my ring on my left ring finger. "Like a dancing dream." I opened the small locked red booklet and began reading the words.

* August 5, 2003*

I hid under the cushions of my bed with Jesi, my six year old sister, as my parents fought one of another for the fifth time this week. I cooed my little sister as her sobs became small sniffles. "Stay here Jesi," I whispered in her ear as she nodded. I crawled out of our small hideout as I placed my ear against the wooden door listening to the screaming. "John I found this in our room explain this!" My mother screamed at my father. "It's marijuana Katie!" My father said with a tone speaking stupidity. "John tell me the truth!" I leaned it closely as I raised my eyebrows to the word marijuana.

"What is there to say that your being paranoid."

"John you come home late every night, I know this has nothing to do with work." My mother screamed. I looked at my sister whose eyes has now widened. She shook with fear. "Kaitlyn its nothing!" Then I heard an unusual sound. It sounded like a strike against a hard wooden floor. Then I peaked through a small crack in the door. My mother had slapped my father. "Don't call me Kaitlyn you son of a bitch!" My father had lunged at my mother punching her left eye. I was tired of this. I mouthed at my sister to stay in the rom. I crawled out to the kitchen. I saw a weird shape sitting on the kitchen counter.

Quickly, I grabbed the shape noticing it was a cellphone the object many of my friends were talking about. I type in three numbers. "911 what type of emergency is this?" A lady's voice said. I looked up through the small window view of my parents fight in the living room. "My mom and dad are fighting in the living room." The phone beeped in my ear as the lady quickly responded,"Where do you live sweetie." I wasn't so sure of trusting this person, but it was the police so I guessI could. "123 sesame avenue Miami, Florida." The lady hug up andIsat against the corner continuing listening to my parents conversation. "S all this damn money and the damn house we live in and the damn clothes we where comes from you and your double shit of selling drugs," My Mother yelled. "Shut the hell up slut." My parents continued fighting as the door started banging.

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Parents stopped fighting. My mother opened the door to find a police officer. "Ma'am your under arrest." My mother was turned to her back as she was handcuffed. So was my dad. "Children please come out." I stepped out of the kitchen as my sister stayed in the room. "Jesi," I hissed as she came out with her blanket. "Girls come with me you will be staying with your Aunt Kelly." I held my sisters hand as we looked into each other eyes not letting go.

* August 29, 2003 *

"I'm there biological father!" My father yelled at my mother as they stood in front of the judge in court for a divorce. Today was my birthday as my mother and father fought against claiming me and my sister. I held my sisters hand tightly. "This is the worst birthday," I mumbled as my sister sniffles softly. "Jesi isn't your daughter!" My mother screamed out again. "I knew you were a slut Kaitlyn!"