Stealing The Bad Boy's Heart

Stealing The Bad Boy's Heart *1*

Chapter 1

Audrey's P.O.V

Something big has happened. Change is about to come. I can feel is like you can feel a storm coming. The calm before the storm. Nothing so far has happened today, it's calm, way too calm. It's really weird for nothing at all to happen. No fights, no arguments, nothing.

Walking home from school, the weird feeling gets stronger. I learned along time ago to trust my instincts and if I did, I'd have a better chance of surviving in the world. And right now, it's screaming at me to hurry and get the heck home. Soon, I was jogging before full out sprinting to get home.

I bust through the door only to find it in dead silence. That kind of silence that makes your skin crawl and makes you feel as if your in a horror movie. I cautiously walk a little forward until I got to the living room, suddenly wishing that I had ignored my instincts for once and ran the other way.

There, in a puddle of her own blood, was my mother. She laid there, too pale, with dead, lifeless eyes that were staring right at me. It sent a shiver down my spine, though I hardly felt it. I was numb, as if everything had froze and locked in place. It felt as if I was being held in place.

That was until the stench of death hit me and I started gagging. I ran to the bathroom and puked right as I made it. I sat there for about half an hour puking and gagging. Afterwards, I went back to being numb. No tears, no pain, nothing. I felt emotionless.

I leaned against the door and slid down it, just staring at the empty air in front of me. I knew I should do something but at the moment nothing was making sense. My mother was dead. I had nobody, not that I ever really did, but now I had no place to go. Maybe their send me to a foster home?

Maybe they'll tell me I have to live on my own. That would be the best option, easier to protect myself. That way I won't have to watch my back so much in a foster home where people can turn on you in a second. Well, anybody can do that, though my mother never did, as she was my family.

I don't know how long I sat there, staring and thinking, but I finally decided that I needed to call the police. Pulling out my crappy cell phone, I dialed 9-1-1 and waited. It rang twice before I heard a calm voice say,"911, please state your emergency." In the most monotone voice, I replied,"My mother is lyng in a puddle of her own blood, dead. Not sure how she died." The voice asked me where I lived and everything and I told the cop what I knew.

After saying they'd be here shortly, they hung up. I just sat there once more, realizing that my instincts were telling me more change was to come, wondering what other huge changes could happen besides being placed in a foster home.

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"Your going to live with your father." The cop I had been sitting across from for the past two hours suddenly dropped the bomb.

Staring at the cop, I quickly recovered from the news I had just been told and glared my most vicious glare that made him and the cop beside him cringe. I hissed,"What? I have no father. He died the day he left my mother and I to rot on the streets." I few weeks after I had been born, my father left, taking everything, including all his money, leaving my mother to defend herself with a kid.

The cops once again cringed at the venom coating my words. The one who told me the news spoke up again, saying,"I'm sorry, but that's the only place we can out you. They've said that you can't live on your own, and there isn't a foster home that you can go to, so you'll be living with your father and older brother." Oh, so now I have an older brother?

I wasn't angry, I wasn't pissed, I wasn't even furious. I was beyond that, I was livid. I shot up like a bullet, causing my chair to fall and slid backwards while I raised my fit and brought it down onto the table in front of me where it made a big bang! that echoed around us.

The tow cops looked scared, as I glared with so much hatred. My voice wasn't loud, nor did it hold the anger I was feeling. No, instead it was calm, and quiet, but so scary that the cops leaned back as far as they could as I said,"When am I leaving?"

The one who had been quiet the whole time suddenly spoke up,"Tonight." I stood up straight and holding my chin high, I walked out of there to get what I needed from the house that had been home all my life though it never really was one.

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Author's Note: So, I know it's alittl bit short and not too good, but it'll get better is the next chapter, this was just a little bit of introduction. Please:

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