Our Little Secret

My whole world changed the second my mom was shot. It was the worst thing to happen to me in my entire life, well all 17 years of it. Let me start from the begining. I'm Ezme Reneé Jones, just you average girl, well mostly that is. My mom and I are very close, but my dad on the other hand not so much. He is some big time hot-shot for some company, and he works late all the time. So i don't ever see him, and truthfully, don't know him or what he really even looks like.

Well, this is my first shot at writing. I hope you guys like it. Rate and comment :)

Chapter 1:

Just a normal day at school, no major drama, no anything, just school. I have to walk home since my mom won't get me some wheels. "Mom, i'm home." I listened for the normal response, but i didn't get it. No TV, no music, no hello, not a sound came from that old house. I figured my mom must have been sleeping or something. So i checked the couch, nobody. Walked upstairs and checked her bed, yet again not a living thing in that room. I started to worry a little, so i tried callin her cell, no answer. I walked downstairs and turned on the TV, thinking nothing more of my mom. Untill i heard a faint noise comeing from the basement. We had a spare bedroom down there, and occationally my mom would be down there taking a nap after working out. I walked downstairs, and i froze mid-step when i heard a moan. It wasn't a normal moan i was used to, more like a- a sex moan. The first thought was my mom was cheating on my dad. Wouldn't surprise me, i mean he's never home. But still, they were still married never the less. I stopped to think for a second if i should go check on her or not.

As i got to the hallway, i heard a distressed but quiet yell. I couldn't make out what she was saying, but i knew she needed help. Before i could reach the door, i heard 3 gunshots and the window breaking. I ran to the door and practically broke it down, to find my mom laying on the bed covered in blood. I ran to the phone crying and called 911. By the time they got there it was to late, she had died in my arms. I was in tears for hours untill my dad came home. The first words he told me wer, your not 6 so stop crying. As i tried to pull myself together into so resemblence of a person, i realized my dad wasn't aware of what happened. By the time he got home everybody was gone, except me. I struggled in my mind to find the right words to tell my dad gently. But when i finally blurtted out what had happened he just walked away. With no emotion, my dad, just- just walked away.

My dad had been at work the past 4 days while my grandma and i tried to plan the funeral. Then came that awful day. As we were walking out, some woman walked up to my dad and grabbed his hand. But not in a griving way, more-so in a romantic way. This kinda shocked me. She was a georgeous woman, tall, blonde hair, blue eyes, and an ass-kicking body. My dad said i had 48 hours to get all the stuff i wanted from the house packed and that we would be moving in with Sara. " What the hell?" I said, shocked. All he said

was, "we are engaged to be married."

More chapters to come, please comment and rate.