hey guys this is my first book that im actually happy with
here's the first chapter enjoy- Victoria
Who would have thought that I, the most popular cheerleader would commit suicide. Pretty unpredictable right? My story of hard times began when i was eight years old. That was when my father had gone to prison for third degree murder. He had killed some women, that I watch die. He didn't see me under the bed, when he had came home i would hide, then he would always try to find me. I would never think that such a innocent tradition would come to a deadly end. I watched as he grabbed the knife and the woman whimpered and said "NO! Please don't hurt us!" urgently. Then i thought to myself what does she mean by us? I just couldn't understand. My father on the other hand laughed hysterically "Did you honestly think that was going to change my mind? You're pathetic, why do you think i'm going to kill you, Angela! How was I going to tell my wife that i was having an affair and now she's pregnant? Even better since they're twins. You don't think I know, that they're mine?" Angela stood in shock, and shrank.she waited for a minute the finally said "You won't do it. You're not going to kill children!" "Angela why do you sound so sure of yourself?" he said as he pointed the knife towards her. She quickly moved back, until she had no more room left. Her back hit the wall, father looked satisfied. "I think the only reason i was so intrigued by you, was because you could put up a fight. My wife could never do that" he said gruffly. He was right though, my mother was too nice. But i thought that was why he loved her. In one swift move he had already plunged the knife in her shoulder,she fell on her side, cupping her huge belly. I heard shuffling and faded foot steps. She looked to her right and she saw me, her eyes so pure. She lightly whispered "stay... it's okay. Can you do me a favor?" I nodded. "Good, can you take this and call this number? When they answer tell them not to talk. Tell them to listen. Then i want you to be quiet as you can be. When these people get here they will help you, you are going to be safe" she gave me the phone. That's when i heard my father, doing as I was told and called the number. "911 what is your emergency" a speaker asked " I think my daddy is about to do something bad, he has a knife." i quietly whispered. " Are you injured anywhere?" " just listen.... I have spoken to long." i looked over and peeked through a small opening of a sheet. An saw my father then stabbing Angela, with a smile on his face. That was the first time that i have ever been scared of my father. All I could hear were Angela's screams. I covered my eyes and mouth. I could still hear the sounds of the knife going into flesh and coming out. It kept repeating itself, until there were people who barged into the room. Officers coming in quickly to take him away. I immediately started crying tears that I didn't know I had. A police officer found me, he said "Now I you to close your eyes, okay sweetie? Everything is going to be okay, i promise.
Now let me tell you going to the police station and telling that story was really fun. So basically what happened was, when i had turned 16, mother sent me to live with her friends and their seven kids. Was i mad? No, not at all i was actually relieved. Ever since my father went to prison, my mother hasn't been the same. We don't have a relationship at all, but I don't want one anyway. So here I am packing all of my stuff, and thinking. To say that I hate my dad is an understatement. He's the reason i didn't have a normal childhood. He's the reason my mother's messed up. Hes also the reason i had to change my name. No more Athena Porter. Now my name is Jolie Day, it's quite simple.
"ATHENA! Hurry up, we have to go." mother says loudly
Grabbing all my stuff, I give my room a final goodbye. Going down the stairs hurriedly, I say
" Incase you forgot we are not leaving, i'm leaving. There will never be a we in anything." you can say that i'm harsh, but it had to be done.
