Life, Love and Gangs. {Book 1} *In Editing*

New Start

My name is Cinder Melody, my parents have separated and I now live with my father and my 6 brothers, 4 older brother and 2 younger.

I live in London with my father while my mother moved away to American for 'Unknown reasons' so I live here.

My brothers and I belong to one of the 5 biggest gangs in the UK. There is: The Red Rogues, The Silver Stallions, The Clovers, The Crowns and The Melody's. As you can tell I am a Melody.

My Grandpa was the one who started The Melody's. I'm the only girl Melody in the gang so I'm favoured for my talents.

I'm not yet officially in the gang, I have to wait till I'm eighteen and a half, when that does happen I get our logo tattooed on me. I only have half a year left... And then... I'm in.

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Cinder's POV***

I felt something wet touch my body, I open my eyes to see one of my younger brothers standing there with something being held above my body. I realize what it is and jump up and pin him to the ground.

"You little shit!"I yelled at my brother.

I jumped out of my bed and pinned him to the floor before continuing to shout.

"You woke me up by pouring water on me while I'm in be?!" I shouted in Stud's face, yes... His name is Stud.

"I was just joking Cinders, don't freak out." He says laughing, I take one hand off his and slap him.

I get off him and walk to my bathroom, I feel my hair tie half way down my hair so I take it out and have a warm shower.

I feel the warm water running over my body, I pull my hands down my body running over my scars.

I wash my hair and get out of the shower, I look in the mirror and look at my body.

I run my fingers over the old scars that stained my skin for life, I have had them since I was fourteen years old, four year had past and they haven't faded at all.

I remember back when I got the scars, I remember feeling like nothing, like my whole life during my schooling was horrible..

I remember girls telling me to go and kill myself... And to get out of their lives when I didn't know them.

I remember coming home and pulling out my knife that my dad had given me when I was 13, I remember dragging the blade across the skin on my legs... I kept doing it, it released my pain.

I remember my mother walking in while I was wiping away the blood... She started to yell which scared me, I remember her yelling things like,

"Why are you such a fucking attention seeker!?"

And, "You are crazy! You are so fucking self-centred!"

Also this.. "You're just fucked in the head! I should have listened to my mother and gotten an abortion when I was pregnant with you!"

Yes.. You heard.. I was an accident, no doubt about it.

Only my father and my second eldest brother Swift knew about my self-harm, Swift only knew because he had walked in on me too, he heard me crying in the bathroom and I had cuts all along the sides of my body and my thighs.

My father and Swift helped me through it all, I owed them big time too.

"Cinder! Hurry up! Your gonna be late for school buddy!" I hear Swift call out from the other side of my bathroom door.

I don't mind him in my room, we are so close it's not funny, we tell each other everything.

"Okay, thanks Swifty!" I yell.