SO I HAVE TWO MATES?

Chapter 1~~I am Victoria Tons

      Hello Guys, I am Trendy Trend...Although, I have been on Wattpad for quite sometime. I only read books here and finally, I got the Idea of writing my own book...  Well, I don't really know much about writing but I hope you'll stick with me cause I have alot of Cliff hangers, Romantic moments, Dangerous fights up in my head...This is my world and I want you to come in but first let's put on our big boy pants   ; )
 
    My name is Victoria Tons, I am 17 years old... Only child and I know you would think my parents will be all over me, all protective and what not, but i'm not sure they remember my name most times.

        My family is a modern family, we are not poor because we could afford a car and a decent house... so i don't think there is any reason to for me to be treated so terribly in my own father's house by my own parents ... Though, I don't look the slightest bit like them I just thought it was God's own way of making me special, yunno different.

       " VICTORIA!!!!!!!" my dad shouts." YES DAD!!!" i shout back immediately.

      The last time I didn't respond on time he broke my phone screen.

                         Running down the stairs.

     Finally, i got to the kitchen where he was, he stood infront the kitchen sink staring at the coffee pot. My memory raced, What could be wrong now ? ...Oh My God I hadn't made the coffee. Thoughts of what he would do too me troubled my mind as I took silent steps into the kitchen. The very potent stench of Alcohol filled the atmosphere...Oh God please just kill me.

       "Haven't I told you I don't want to wait for my coffee and did you call me dad?" he yells at me.

       I look up And stare at his back.

             His hand flickered...no no I mean there's something in his hand reflecting the light coming from the kitchen window just above the sink.

      "Dad, please put the knife down" I spoke with a very shaky voice, trying not to anger him  more. Just as I thought I was appealing to his inner mind to snap out of it.

              He turned coming straight at me.

      "You still dare to call me Dad" He spoke through gritted teeth. I scream at the sight of the knife and slowly back away. I mentally pray for my mum to appear. God please, don't let her be high also...Please let her be sober and clean...I close my eyes waiting for the worst. He won't kill me... right... he's my Dad.

         Suddenly, I hear the clattering of the knife dropping to the floor, I open my eyes to see my Mum holding my dad back. Thank You God. She pleas with him to calm down . I fall to the floor and sit....

           This would not be the first time i got stabbed in a body part well, that is if he had stabbed me.

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          The memories of the past flashed into my mind, but there was this one. I had originally had the intention of asking to take a driver's test on my 16th birthday but unfortunately things didn't go as planned...

      "So, you are saying we haven't done enough for you"  My Mum spoke harshly, every word laced with more venom than the former. I mentally scolded myself . You Idiot! Why did you just have to ruin this good day?

      "No Mum, that isn't at all what I meant" I hoped my words pleaded with her heart to calm down, When i just thought it had started to..

      "So you are calling your Mum a liar" he stood up. My dad. As he took a step forward, I took seven steps backward and felt a tear slip out from my eyes. Silvery tears that shone was another one of my special gifts, you would also think i would bleed Gold, but you guessed wrong, I bleed a normal thick copper tasting red liquid popularly known as blood but I had always known it as pain. My Dad had a digusted look on his face.

       My memories came in a flash, the next thing i remember is blood spewing from my left arm, I winced in so much pain and managed to get to my room and lock the door with my elbow.
       
          I pulled the knife out, screaming internally. I knew one false scream could alert the neighbours and boy!, that's the end of my terrible life. I got tissues from the side of my bed and tried to clean the blood as I held my arm still. Tears still continously  dropped from my eyes which were crimson red, I had always wondered why they did that, it sometimes scared my Dad and he'll tell me to get away from him.

           After a while, I laughed trying to overcome the situation. "I could have sworn they weren't high this time" I smiled as I spoke.

          After five minutes of failed laughter, I finally cried myself to sleep.

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          The next morning, I had woken up with no wound, no scar just dry blood...Now you know how my skin stays flawless despite the bruises from the blows i get from my father, and marks from my mother's slaps. I'm actually used to the quick healing overnight but it doesn't mean i'm not still in awe everytime it happens. I had tried to tell my mother once but she didn't listen rather she told me it's because I had been sleeping aroud. Which I don't!...I have principles as tall as a wall, don't get me wrong, I had a boyfriend once but the boundary lines were drawn which is the reason he still respects me till now, although the breakup was due to my parents not wanting to accept anyone as my friend talkless about boyfriend.

                                                        
          Sadness filled my soul has I remembered, I'm living with monsters who do nothing but drink, smoke then break and wreck my spirit everyday but something in me always makes me stand up from bed in the morning everyday, scratch that ~ the time I wake up is too early to be compared with the morning~ I chuckle mentally, It's true something is yet stopping me from taking my life.
    
             I was quickly awoken from my trance by the sound of fingers snapping

      "Why are you still sitted there, this Dumb girl?" My mother's voice was void of any emotion. I sigh, standing up from the spot i sat on the kitchen floor. My father had left the kitchen ...to his room I hope. But my mum stood there like nothing had happened, quite sad, I thought she would at least have left me there to weep.

      "Oh, you poor thing, you would have been dead if not for me" Her words went straight into my ears like arrows, each one making my knees weak. I would have been dead.

       "But we are not ready to dispose of you yet, uhhm, murder, we could just say it was an accident" She clicked her tongue "boo-hoo nobody would have really cared, it would be less mouths to feed ".

      " I'm waiting for my coffee in the sitting room, you have nothing less than 5 minutes and also you'll need to rush to the shop to get me the remaining bottles of Alcohol"

       I rushed to get the coffee pot as she left the kitchen every one of her words at the very beginning of the sentence she had made still ringing in my head. Would he have killed me? Could he have killed me? I move swiftly to get the items to make the coffee. Should he have killed me?

        Well, Well, Well... And this is the First chapter ...So far so good, it has been downhill...I just hope the next chapter is Uphill and brings some excitment to our lives..Wink Wink ;)
     
     Any errors? please comment..This is my first book and I don't really know some things yet...thank you so much and enjoy your day
                                   Next chapter would be posted in the Soon!