Blood Shower?

Chapter 1

Ivory had always hated people, except her older brother, Shaun, she just wasn't a people person. Her mother was always yelling at her to do this and that. Her family was a mess as well, her mother was bipolar, Ivory had anger issues, her brother was slightly autistic and her little sister was only 11. She pulled the weight for her family. Shaun had a job as a waiter for a gross Italian restaurant, she tried to stay in school with her sister, going to a 6-12 school so they could go together. Meanwhile her mother stayed in her room not even caring for her kids, just on Facebook and watching TV.

Ivory was doing her homework when her mom came barreling through the front door.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE DOING SITTING HERE!? I HAVE BEEN CALLING THE HOME PHONE FOR THE PAST HOUR BEING STUCK IN THE STORM I HAD TO CALL RICK THE NEIGHBOR, THE FUCKING NEIGHBOR IVORY!" She yelled

"The phone didn't ring." It really didn't.

"I was calling it so it had to have rung!" She was still yelling but not as loud.

"Are you sure you were calling the right number?" I said, she did call the wrong number a lot.

"DON'T YOU DARE TALK BACK TO ME! YOU KNOW WHAT I"M DONE WITH YOUR SHIT! GO YOUR GROUNDED! I DON'T EVEN CARE! NO PHONE! NO DINNER! NOTHING! GO!" She yelled. Ivory just ran to her room not even caring. She sat on her bed crying, or staring at the wall for five hours. She finally started to think she should run away. She put on a dark red long-sleeved shirt, black jeans and grabbed her old, navy blue sweater. It was 11 at night and Ivory realized something. She was done with her  shit.

Then before she knew what she was doing she had wrapped a belt around her mother's neck and tightened it. Her mom woke up to see Ivory's face with a twitch in her eye. Then black. Ivory's mother's face was purple then it went pale. She did it. She did it she successfully done what she had wanted to for so long. Then when reality hit her she screamed. Shaun came running in with Addison not far behind. She had the belt on the floor and she was crying, happy tears. Before Shaun or Addison could ask any questions, Ivory grabbed the belt, ran downstairs and left. She ran she didn't know where she was going. She ran out the doors and down the street.

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She was wandering the streets for what seemed like hours. She kept away from people and went to the dead- more or less- creepy side of town. There were only a few people coming in and out of bars, and some drunkies on the streets. She avoided everyone. She felt bad for her siblings but she had to kill her. She would've started poisoning her sister's life soon. . It was now 2:30 in the morning. She was hungry, tired and had to find somewhere to be before someone recognized her. Ivory walked into a bar with her hood up. She sat down and ordered the cheapest meal on the menu- a salad, and a water, and hoped her mom's friends weren't here. The waitress came by with her salad and tried to talk to Ivory but she shoved her off.

After she ate since she didn't have any money she quietly got up and tried to leave. The waitress saw her and told her she had to pay. She explained her situation, besides the fact she was the one to kill her mother. The waitress wouldn't let her leave. The cook overheard and started yelling at her. Then a force took over Ivory's body. She took the belt off of her waist and whipped the cook, this put him in shock then she wrapped the belt around his neck and killed him like she did with her mother. Everyone was staring at her or at least trying to if they were drunk. The waitress started yelling for someone to call the cops, people said they already did. The force was still in Ivory and her instincts said to go to the woods so, she booked it out, ran and ran. She found herself on the edge of the woods. She still heard police sirens, she knew they were after her. She had to stay somewhere, at least until the police go away. Ivory was trying to figure out something to do. She then remembered, Towers, her best friend, would help her in any situation. That's the kind of guy he was but, she was killer. This was a small chance. She had to go now or never.