The Badgirl #Wattys2017

Prologue

A thick black smoke was rising quickly as we ran through our Michigan Country house which was burning down hard and fast.

"Run Amelia!"My father yelled as we rushed down the last flight of stairs, "We're nearly there!"

My eyes were tearing up because of all the smoke as we sprinted through the corridors to the living room. I looked around as I ran in horror; All the paintings, pictures all gone, turning to ash by the second.

I reached for the door and I flung it open hastily.

"Let's go!" I screamed as I gestured towards the door.

My mother was slowing down and coughing hard. My father looked back and started to carry her with him. I ran towards them and I helped them up as we limped accross the door together.

Suddenly we heard a large creaking noise and my Dad shoved me with all his might and I fell towards the ground scraping both my knees.

A large peice of wood fell with a thud and burns brightly.

"Dad! Mom!"

"Go Vanessa! Save yourself! We will always love you!"

"No!" I yelled and I tried to lift the burning peice of wood with my hands but I just got burnt.

Suddenly, I'm yanked out of the house and I saw sirens going off and men running in from all directions.

I watched my home collapse to the ground as the firemen started to take out the fire. The paramedics take me to the ambulance and I'm rushed to hospital. Then everything goes black.

I was told that it was minor smoke inhalation and that I would be alright. But nothing could settle me, I wanted to know thar my parents were alright and that they had been saved.

But not all wishes come true, a day passed and I  got a small knock on my door. A lady in a tight pinstripe suit walked in looking grim.

"Where are my parents?" I demanded. "Who are you?"

She knelt down beside my hospital bed and held my hand. It felt ice cold. Nothing like the warm loving hands of my parents.

"I'm sorry honey, but your parents. They didn't make it." I prised my hand from her ice cold grip and I closed my eyes desperately.

"You're lying! Is this some sort of sick joke?" I say yanking all the cords from my body.

She shook her head and I ran out wailing so loudly that my cries ringing through the halls of the busy hospital.

"No! NO! It can't be true!" I kept repeating it, praying that something would happen.

Anything

*****

But you can't change what has already been done. Child Protection Services took me to various foster homes but I was always deported.

The funeral came and went and I was finally taken to my Aunt Marge's home who, by the way, treated me like sh*t. I finally ran away after two weeks and she never even bothered to look for me. She just packed her bags and ran off to Tahiti.

But the exhilaration did not last long, because I wound up homeless. Living off scraps people threw away. I was on the brink of  starvation until one morning someone walked up to me.

I saw a tall muscular  with dark hair walking up to me. "Hey. Come with me if you want a home."  I didn't have to be told twice so I trailed after him.

He took me to his Boss' place and it turns out that he was doing illegal stuff. You know, drugs, murder, robberies.

His name was Lance, the Boss, and he took me in. He gave me money,  food and a home but I was ungrateful. I was tired of all of that. Wondering what I would do next. So I did the only thing I could do.

I ran away.

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Chapter 1 being released later this week I cannot confirm a date.