Pattern Of Tears

Hi, I know my friend Shannon started to write this book but gave up. I'm changing the plot and the names of the charterers so here you go enjoy. I'll also make the chapters longer (((; oh an don't be like "you can't change the plot!" I can cause I came up with it.

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Blue POV

Hi I'm Blue Wilder. I'm four foot nine, I have blue an jet black hair, and I have my mothers eyes; Crystal clear blue eyes. My dad is a abusive drunk, he drove my mom away when his drinking got out if control. My brother is still alive but he moved far far away. My real name isn't Blue no it's my middle name my real name is Amber it's my moms name. Dad doesn't call me by my name just Blue. So hi I'm Amber Blue Wilder, I have a abusive dad an I'm only sixteen years old.

"Blue! Are you fucking packed?" Dad yelled. Bastard I thought to myself. I can't wait to get out of here! I mean it's like living hell for god sakes! I got up and slipped on a hoody an my flip flops. I picked up my bags- not that I have much anyway- I slowly descended down the stairs just in case I needed to flee at any moment. The smell if stale cigarettes an beer hit my nose, I grimaced at the smell.

I never liked my dad. It's his way or the highway. If you didnt do what he said he'd beat you. He's making me move to California with him. Well this is a new start just to get judged an put with the Emos, I love Emos! I have a bubbly personality for being emo. I rather fly solo but more the better. I sighed no one wants to befriend the new girl with colored hair. Maybe in wrong maybe I'm right, who knows? Only time can tell.

"What the hell took you so damn long!!" He yelled in my face with the smell of alcohol on his breathe was strong. How many beers has he had tonight? I wonder to myself. I looked at him and studied the man before me. Once so kind and loving then turned cold hearted.

I choose to ignore him. That was a mistake.. I felt a sting go across my face. I let out a small whimper. Tears pricked my eyes as he did it again. I don't doubt that there won't be a bruise there by tomorrow. I look at him with pleading eyes hoping he wouldn't do it again.

"Don't fucking ignore me whore! Get the fucking suit cases and put them in the trunk" he seethed. But before walking away he slapped my ass. He has been getting more sexual lately, but I'm still a Virgin; he hasn't raped me yet. Key word yet.

Obeying his order I picked up his suit cases and carried them out side to his car. I went to get my bags when I heard a wolf whistle. FUCKING PICKLE BASTARD!! I thought, after getting into the car I just looked out the window. Any where was better than being with him! I wish I could fly away.

His hand started at my knee but is now on my mid thigh. How in the hell could you touch your own daughter? I try my hardest not to cry as his hand moved further and further up. I really did need some one to save me.

We haven't even left yet to go to the air port! I pulled put my iPod I was lucky enough to have and started playing my music. I looked out the window. I being physically and mentally m drained of rest I must of feel asleep. I was awoken up to being pushed out of the car. I scrapped my hands an muttered some colorful words amongst the lines of "fuck you, damn bastard!".

"What did you say?" He hissed at me while get got his suit cases. I got up slowly looking at him before grabbing my bags "nothing" I said to him as I began to make it into the air port. I gave the lady my ticket and boarded the plane, he got first class as I sat in coach.

There sat a boy with golden blonde hair. Lucky bitch.. I plopped down next to the window looking out side. Only if I could fly away from. Fly away from my fears..

And that's it we leave for California..

"Hi I'm Jake, and you are?" The boy said. I look to him an he smiled a small smile of his own.

As I stared at the blue eyed beauty, i noticed a little smirk on his lips.

That prick!

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Hey sorry it's not edited. thanks for the reading. peace ✌️till next week

-Shay is out