The Sins of Hers

Chapter One

Victoria POV.

"Victoria wake up, school begins in two hours. Get up and powder your face. I'm leaving for work darling." The voice of my mother blurred by the door that kept her away. The door that always remained shut.

I scowled.

"I told you before don't call me Victoria." I grumbled but she wasn't listening she was already out the door and driving to her studio.

I despised my mother. Hated her.

At a young age she taught me looks over personality.

She didn't care for hard work; she cared for money and fame. She was an implausible woman of no sense.

I let sleep wash over me, fuck school.

Once upon a time I cared for school and grades.

However that was back in the early years when my father was around. How my mother and father fell in love I will never know. After time my father got sick of my mothers twisted ways he became an alcoholic.

I blame my mum for driving him insane and I know if I continue to live with her my outcome will be the same.

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"Tori."

I groaned and pushed the sheets off me.

"Yes?" I tried to sound as though I was awake but my voice was husky from sleep.

"School." It was Gerard.

He had been in my family business for many years, he served us well. But to me he was a friend or a father.

"What time is it?" I questioned mid yawn.

He paused.

"Ten fifty eight."

Shit.

I heaved my bones out of bed, I didn't bother to shower I was already too late. I pulled on a pair of ripped up black jeans and some bullshit PYREX top.

I stopped in front of my mirror; I attempted to unknot my wavy brown locks. I slipped into some white adidas shoes and walked out the door.

"Ready to go?" Gerard was standing at the door with my lunch in a brown paper bag. I smiled at his thoughtfulness.

"I'll meet you out front I need to get something."

Quickly I raced up the stairs to my mothers bedroom, I forced her door open and rushed to her bedside table. Upon the table were many pills. She was an unhealthy woman. I shook my head in disgust.

I never want to love a man so much that the bare thought of him not being their kills me.

That love degraded my mother deprived her of what little life and emotion she had. Now I was left with a broken mother who didn't care for anything.

I attempted to open her draw but it was screwed shut.

Bitch.

I pulled my bag from my shoulder and found my tool kit. I grabbed out the screwdriver and unscrewed her lame attempt at keeping me from what was inside.

I heard Gerard beep, signalling he was out front.

I grabbed the cigarettes from the drawer and rushed down the stairs and out the house.

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Once I arrived at school I waved Gerard a farewell.

It was a shame the amount of hope Gerard had invested in me. He was a loyal man.