The Olympia Chronicles

Chapter 1

*Narrator's P.O.V*

Her even breaths became shallow. Her body tensed, as she became aware of herself again. She sucked in a soft breath as she heard the rapid pulse of her heart, beating inside her chest. She hoped, she prayed, that she would be elsewhere. Another world entirely, far far away from here. She gripped her leg tightly, her nails digging into her skin, and with that her eyes slowly slid open, only to rest on her light purple ceiling. She let go of her leg and her hand slid down to her side again. She sighed and closed her eyes, realizing how foolish it was to think that she could really disappear like that. This was no fairy tale.

She forced herself out of bed, her feet slowly dragging across the floor behind her. There was no need to rush. Her father would punish her even if she awakened before the sunrise. She opened her dresser drawer and grabbed the first sweater she saw, which happened to be her favorite, a black Victoria's secret sweater, with love pink written across the front. She then pulled out the bottom drawer and grabbed a pair of black leggings. She slid them on quickly and sat down at her desk. She didn't normally wear makeup, the most she ever put on was mascara and chap-stick, which is exactly what she did. She didn't even bother with her hair, grabbing a hair-tie and throwing it up into a ponytail. As she finished up, the voice she dreaded to hear yelled up to her.

"Brielle, get your ass down here right now!" her father's voice boomed throughout the house, shaking her to the core. She tensed as she stood, preparing for whatever punishment he would inflict upon her today. As she descended the stairs he came into view. He looked terrible, like always.

Her father was a greedy and disgusting man. He was an alcoholic, and very old fashioned. He reeked of sweat and he looked sickly, almost as if he was dying. As he opened his mouth to speak, his yellow stained teeth came into view, making her want to get sick. His breath smelled of alcohol and other putrid things, telling her that he obviously hadn't brushed them in a while.

"You little brat, you slept half the day away and haven't even done one chore!' as he spoke, he spit on her and it got onto her face. She was disgusted. "it's only 9:00 am, It's not even close to noon" she whispered. "What did you say bitch? Are you talking back to me?" he roughly grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back, forcing her to cry out in pain. 'You're nothing but a whore. You should never have been born, you were just a mistake. Get the hell out of my sight" He said, as he threw her against the wall, her back hitting it with a loud thud. She struggled not to cry out, tears forming in her eyes.

She ran back upstairs to her room, violently slamming the door shut behind her. She didn't have a lock on her door, so she pulled her chair from her desk underneath the door knob. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes, as she slowly slid to the floor, her knees pulled to her chest. She silently cried, not wanting her father to have the pleasure of hearing her in pain. She pondered in her mind, why she was given this life, why did she deserve this? Her cries became sobs, and her sobs turned into quiet whimpers. She slowly fell into a deep sleep.

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Hi guys, this is my first story I've written in over two years. I quit writing a while back because I didn't like my writing style. I've worked on it over the years, and I think I've gotten better at it. I've chosen to write this story with a friend of mine named Lindsay, and we both hope you guys love it. I've posted a picture of Brielle above. Thanks for reading!