Quaterase

Chapter 1:

*My story begins here, in a sad excuse

for living, I had been treated poorly since my mother died and sometimes even my dad threatens to kill me if I ask how.*

"Get over here now, Leaf!" he screamed

"...no..."

"what did you say?!?"

"...I said no..."

"why you little-"

"what is going on in here?"

Finally my rescue, Sky came. My dad shut up, and I ran over to Sky. She had been assigned to prevent my dad from ripping me to pieces, and she did her job well, every time she showed up before I got blown to smithereens.

"Leaf why don't you go up to your bedroom while I have a talk with your father." she states flatly, but I knew her well and she was trying to hide her anger. So I just nod my head and walk calmly upstairs to my room, but as soon as I shut the door Sky booms with anger "WHY DO YOU PUSH HIM AROUND? HE JUST WANTS TO KNOW! AND YOU JUST PICK ON HIM!"

There was an awkward silence and I could hear them whispering but could not quite make the words out, all I understood was "killed her". Then someone was stomping up the stairs and would soon be at the door of my bedroom, so without hesitation I ran for my bed and buried myself in the covers.

"Leaf...can it talk to you?" my dad asked after a while.

"...sure..." I say preparing my pocket knife in my pants, and getting ready to protect myself if I needed too.

"Leaf, I-I don't know where to start...I loved your mother so much and I never wanted her to die, it's just-just that well...i was really drunk that night and she told me she loved someone else and wanted a divorce, and of course-um-I..." my dad stammered but I interrupted him.

"Of course what?"

" I got mad and I couldn't control myself and..." he paused tears in his eyes "I-I shot her..."

For the time I had been looking away my head snapped at him when he said the last part.

"YOU WHAT!?!?!" I yelled "HOW could you KILL your OWN WIFE!?!"

"I didn't mean to Leaf..." my fath- the man said.

"You can't kill your wife and say it was an accident! You make me sick! I never want to be around a fat, hideous, murderer like you again!" I shouted in anger, and with one swift movement I pulled my pocket knife out and held it defensively infront of me.

"Put that away," my dad said calmly "nobody needs to get hurt.

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Authors note-

hi, I'm sorry if it took a while to add more to this story but I have been writing it on paper first and then copying it on this. Also starting middle school is hard, so if you would like me to write more pls vote I would like at least 5 votes, 5 reads (5 more), plus comment your ideas and I might put them in the story.

Thank you,

Skylar W.