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chapter one

-This story will contain abuse, profanity and sexual content. I do not advise this story to be ready by people under the age of 16 however, if you’re interested be my guest to read and enjoy;)!

The cries for help that I heard downstairs was something that I’ve never heard before. I wanted to help my mom,and fight the man that I once called my father off of her but I couldn’t. I was a weak little girl and there was nothing that I could do, my mother made herself clear to me that I needed to stay in my room and lock the door. She promised that she would come back to my room and take me to my nana’s house as soon as her and my dad finished “talking”. Talking is what she called it when the two of them would argue with each other from noon until sunrise. I hated hearing my mom cry and I hated to hear my dad shout. It was a nonstop thing and everyday I had to listen to it. I held my mom to her word that one day we would move away from this cursed city and be in New York where she had dreams of being a photographer. The two of us had a bright future ahead of ourselves but, it was all shattered and torn to pieces when the gunshot fired from just beneath me. My body froze and for a second I felt a sudden gust of heat travel through my body. When I heard my dad’s footsteps creak up the stairs I looked around the room for protection.

I hid in a plastic black storage bin my mother had used to keep all of my pajamas in. At the time my hiding spot seemed like it was one of the greatest places to hide but, the constant sniffling and cries that escaped me was probably why it didn’t take my father long to find me. When the top to the bin opened and I saw the six foot man hovering over me I swear I saw my entire life flash before my eyes. From the time I first made eye contact with my mom, the days my dad would take me to the empty parking lot of our apartment complex to teach me to ride a bike all the way to my sweet sixteen birthday party that had only occurred an hour before all of that bullshit happen.

“Come on Corina, get out of there.” My dad silently spoke to me, his words coming out as if he were whispering.

My body had been shaking so much when I tried to stand my knees buckled but, my dad being the heroic man I always praised him to be caught me before I could fall. Despite all of the crazy arguments and fights my parents would have one thing was for sure. I knew both of them were crazy about me.

“Dad.” I stuttered, hesitating whether or not I should continue with my sentence. “Is mom okay?” His head dropped to the ground and for the first time in my sixteen years of living I saw my dad, my super hero, the only man that I ever thought I would love break down in front of me.

“Get your things, you’re going to be staying at your grandma’s tonight.” Those were the final words I heard him speak before police surrounded my home.

I always thought that I would never see my dad again, the stays at my grandparents house almost made me forget about him and sometimes my mom. I always wondered where the two of them were, and if they were thinking about me but every time I brought the subject up to my grandparents they would distance themselves from me for a decent amount of time. Devilish thoughts took over my mind when I tried to sleep. Sometimes I would have nightmares of the police arresting my dad and angles puling my mom out of hell and bringing her to heaven. But, I knew that wasn’t accurate. I know that my dad would never kill my mom and I know that my nanny and papa wouldn’t allow me to go that long without knowing.

When all of my thoughts got dreary was the day that my dad came back to me. I was only seventeen and although it’d been a year later my dad looked different. Not in a good way and also not in a bad way. He had a full beard and a head full of hair. His face was pale and he looked drained, I couldn’t describe what I was feeling when I saw my dad walk through that door. The tears that fell from my cheeks weren’t from being sad that fell from being so happy that he was alive and safe. All of my worries flew out the door but, there was still one question floating through my mind. Where is my mom?