Hey guys!!! I guess this is my first time writing a book so uhm... yeah...I hope you like it!!!! The first chapter is going to be short cause I'm not really used to this whole "writing a book" thing...So yeah!! Uhm that's pretty much it...(OH! and by the way follow my friend on instagram she'll follow back! @qxxo_ and @qx_o)
Chapter One:
Chelsea's POV
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I wanted to run away and never look back. But I couldn't because I loved my family and wanted to protect them away from my dad. My dad was the worst person you could think of. Once he almost forced my brother to take a cigarette when he was 7 years old. My brother almost attempted to do it but my mom stopped him before he was about to take it but my mom got beated by my dads own hands.
I needed help...
"CHELSEA WHERE ARE YOU?"my dad yelled. I opened the closet which I was in, in a certain amount of time and ran downstairs to meet my dad. "What the hell is this doing here?"he pointed to a pile of dirt on the ground. I didn't want to look at it but I had to. "ANSWER ME!" I didn't know why my dad was asking me this. And at this time my dad looked drunk because I saw bottles lying everywhere. "I don't know I-I wasn't even-" I stammered.
"Don't even think about making an excuse cause I-I know you- why are you moving so fast?" My dad said as he was about to tumble and almost fall.
"I'm not moving. Dad I think-"
"Shut up!'' My dad shouted and groweled. He grabbed a knife and swinged it toward me. The knife slashed my face and left a glob of blood. I winced and tears came out. As my dad continued he kept on slashing the knife towards me until I started bleeding on the floor.
"You bastard! Why would you cheat on me!!" My dad exclaimed and yelled. He put the knife down and laughed like a maniac. What was he thinking about? I'm your daughter not your wife! I knew what I had to do... Call the police...come on!...stand up get the phone and dial 9-1-1...what are you waiting for?!?
I started bursting into tears. It was useless I couldn't move. My whole body was numb and bloody. It was worse than having bruises that her dad gave her.
I tried dragging myself to reach my phone that was left on the ground. "Stand up you filthy women.". He spat.
I stiffened a little when my dad looked at me with those cold eyes. Then he gave in a big punch on my face and dragged me downstairs to the basement. And left me there, to suffer.
Come on Chelsea! Your stronger than that.Call the police and tell them how your dad is trying to kill you...go, before anything else happens.
I struggled to grab my phone out of my pocket. It was hard since my fingers were all bloody . I just couldn't. I didn't know what to do. But just lie on the cold cement ground and would wait till my mom came home...
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I woke up startled...in a hospital. Lying down on a gurney and my forehead, legs and stomach were all wrapped up into bandages. As my dried blood turned into brown. I looked to see if anyone was with me...But all I saw was a nurse holding a clipboard.
Huh?
What happened? Where's my brother?
Wheres my mom?
What happened?
WHAT'S GOING ON?!?
